Endless Wait! Poem by Namratha Swamy

On the sand blown shore I eagerly wait
with folded hands challenging my fate
for my sailor who went by that grave day
into the roaring sea far far away.

Winds blow hard to immerse my destiny
tides rise high to twist my scrutiny
yet I wait for my heart to reap its sow
tears of joy or sorrow, time will show

I've trained my mind to stay off haste
I've delayed the things off its pace
I stand in earnest amid the eternal ways
raving against time and fate's cruel sway.

Like the ever-present waters draws its own
through the springs and brooks unknown
my heart will draw you from the brine
nothing can hold your heart from mine
nothing can hold your heart from mine!