She stood in black on Widow’s Warf
looking out at the cold sea;
eyes tested the horizon
for any ship she might see.
Her lover had sailed away
many years ago never to return.
News that his ship was lost
in some great storm
had drifted back through the years,
but no one really knew.
Now each day she dressed in black
and waited on Widow’s Warf,
always hoping and praying
for her lover to return.
24 April 2008
A heart stopping piece of poetry, David, so sad and poignant, but beautifully written. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
again a classical style with a melancholous tone but with some hope in the end...well composed...smooth flow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How many have spent time looking out to see, always waiting for one more chance to see the lover lost at sea... Andy 10