Foresting Love Through The Ages Poem by Captain Cur

Causative levels of experience
have brought me to my knees, shorn of ideals
here I fade in this time drift of despair;
thoughts forlorn unnerve me in a spiraling descent,
waves rise beyond the height of my stern ship,
oceans push beyond the grasp of my mind's eye
reaching for oblivion on this morass sea.
In my heart I retrace visions of you
inwardly drawn from blood fed memories
flowing with and without all parts of me.
As I hail Britannia's golden shores
I feel your presence in each imposing wave;
the interaction between ebb and flow,
the meticulously placed chiseled rocks,
the precarious edge off Brighton's cliff
her shoreline demarcated in my view
pillared castles that rise like orchard groves
stone hewed vistas of remarkable craft
that haunt the countryside with their legends
of feudal strife and war, born of ideas,
honed with strength to withstand the centuries
appealing to the imagination foresting love
through the darkness of the ages.