I held a feather to your lips
To catch a breath, a tiny wisp;
In hope the feather would gently swell
Signing life still in you dwelled
But alas the feather did not stir,
What happened then remains a blur;
I was roughly torn from your side
Ice Fingers reaching for my bride,
;
Oh moon where is your radiant heat,
Your basking glow that made life sweet,
Oh moon where is your after glow,
That sparkles in the star strewn snow
I was dumped into an empty lifeboat.
And lowered into the freezing float; ,
Cast off from the sinking ship
My heart sank as I watched it slip
I watched the bow rise in the gloom
Water poured from every room
Bodies tumbled down the deck
Broken dolls, with broken necks;
A rolling fog masked our doom
A descendent curtain, a gray perfume
Cloaked my vision, and blinded me
Bodies floated in the sea.
The ship reared up, crackng spine,
Its bowhead slipped into the brine
My head hung over the boat's gunwale;
The use of life having all turned stale.
In a town called Calgary
Elaine knelt down and touched my knee
'In a choppy sea never trust a feather
To check for life in the worst of weather.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhh such a lovely way to start my day David! My lips aren't blue, my pulse is strong I've been beside you all along. I think you fell and hit your head, That feather from your pillow shed. I'd like to save you from this dream And drift along a safer stream. A simple craft that's meant for two, An enchanting night in our canoe. Oh such moments we would share As stars soft whisper a lovers prayer. The night air warm, and waters still, That crescent moon would glow and fill.. Reflecting there upon deep blue shine, Embracing touch from on cloud nine. A poem born as tender lips to meet, A goodnight wish for dreams so sweet. xo Elaine