The Ships Are Sailing On And Through My Tears Poem by MAGNUS KING

I sat down searching for the lost ring of my future
In the mines of the earth, a stone of my presence
The golden lady of youth; my cherished silence
Deep down in the wells of my heart lays her picture
Now, the ships are sailing on and through my tears
Just as she clamored in darkness for, for, many years

I loved her though, very much, O by heaven I cared
My noble ways were always aligned with honour
I fondly crumbled like the walls of the Uruk and Ur
Not once did I conceive her leaving me so scared
Now, the ships are sailing on and through my tears
Just as she clamored in darkness for, for, many years


O tempered beauty, the sun of my heart frame
My night, my moon, my season and mercuric place
Virgin of goodness adorned with olives and grace
Come nigh and heal these scars to kindle my flame
Now, the ships are sailing on and through my tears
Just as she clamored in darkness, for, for, many years


The story is graven on stones and not one is untrue
Our dancing, singing, kissing and speaking eyes
Match not. As she flew to the winds uncircumcised
I'm killed, slain, skeined, pained, and death to blue
Just as the ships were sailing on and through my tears
Now, she no longer clamor for, for, any of my years