Monday, April 29, 2013

Beyond the Waves

Like a lonely island

That lies for a lost sailor

Who survives a ship-wreck

Somewhere in a highland

A young lady sits and waits

With a heart no one dares to break

Generations passed

Without a visitor to the lonely island

And then on the fourteenth of November

After four days of rain and ocean madness

Appears a young sailor

Holding onto a wooden keg.

As the weary sailor kneels down

And kisses the sand on the beach

The lonely island rejoices.

When dreams are shattered

It gives way for a new dream.

With curly hair and big brown eyes

Into the darkness she stares

Longing for a warm embrace

As she sits there wondering

How all her dreams are shattered!

From a dark horizon

Rises the sailor’s moon

Caressing her silky skin

As the cold November breeze

Whispers to her ears

‘Everything is never lost’.

Like a lonely island

That finally welcomed a sailor

She too will find a lover

And together they will live

Beyond the waves

Where coyote sings

Love songs in the night.

(As I wrote this poem... your face vividly appeared in my mind’s eye....This one’s for you)

(Thursday, April 4, 2013 at 10:54am)

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