Songs Of Love: Part 3 Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

I hear your call,
Carried to me by the lips of the wind,
Deep in the blue woods,
Lost in the mystery of the sea.

Like a Ship’s horn,
Piercing my soul,
Calling me home to your arms.
Where I find peace in the warmness.

Numbers race in your calendars,
And you sit,
Hands buried in your lap,
Silently, as your heart calls to mine.

Am lost in the taste of adventure,
Sailing my ship through dim weathers,
Through the crazy storm,
And jealous clouds.

Seas to seas,
Land to land,
I’ve seen all,
Tasted all.

Yes, the sweetness of Eve’s daughters.
The pub of life,
The wildness of a hungry soul,
The treasures of desire.

And now, my once stubborn mind,
Moans in emptiness,
Searches for what to satisfy,
But in Vain’s shoes.

Then your patient call,
Pierce my soul,
And I listen as it says,
'Come home to me, to my
Undying love”.

The mounting desire to gaze at you,
Plagues my prodigal heart,
As I sail to you,
Mad at the storms of life.

Hands still buried in your lap you sit,
Watching me with milk eyes,
That makes my heart
Bow to your feet,
As my tears caress your knee.

My love,
I whisper as you take my hands.
Lifting a haggard chin,
With innocent fingers,
“It’s over, it’s over”,
You say.

Your lips to mine,
As you lead me away,
The breeze teasing our hairs,
As the sun cast on us,
New rays of sunlight.