Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea.
We know ourselves, or say we do,
Though time has said we never knew.
We cannot speak and say so much,
We dare not cry, yet long to touch.
And though we stare, we cannot see.
Time and memories block the sea.
We hold ourselves, it's not the same.
The wind is colder since we came.
We turn our heads as though to speak,
But pride is strong and words are weak.
Now we strain for a simple plea;
'No matter what, I still love thee.'
this composition made me realize that not all pleas are granted and accepted...this is a nice expression on how a simple plea be failed....nice words written in simple expressive lines..lav ya.. naizz
This poem lilted right into my heart. Sea, I find, sets a mood and the wind and your memories adds to the pull of pride. The word thee is just so romantic. Loved it! Karin Anderson
the silence must have been defening, the yearning so sharp... heart-breaking...
Lovely! I spent my earliest years in San Francisco, and still love the ocean, its constant motion and yet its peace. Your poem brought back some sweet memories!
You've got some pretty powerful lines in this one. Woa. Nice work! DC
so delicate and endearing, such words float across the page as gentle and calm as the sea.
I read this poem with relish and i really enjoyed it. I do like your style of writing and i love the fact that it has echoes of Shakespeare. I never read more than one poem at a time so that i can consider how they affect me without being deluged/ I will read more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is truly, , , a lovely read...Thank You..... going my favorites