Land Lover's Lament

A poem about a man who chooses the sea.

          My love, he sailed, across the earth

          Black waves upon his polished mast

          Swept out to sea, immortal mirth

          His love for the sea, now unsurpassed.

 

          Whistling winds whipped at his face

          To his pale cheek, a loving stroke

          His tattered sails still move with grace,

          Upon his ship of English Oak.

 

          Thunder drummed against his ears,

          Lightning rolled across the sky,

          Still he sailed to new frontiers.

          Where sense and reason now misapplied.

 

          He fell to blackness, he fell to dreams

          There onto his flooded decks,

          None to hear his violent screams

          And to his death, no God objects.

 

          But in the morn he came to see

          He faired the seas, he made it through,

          My loving letters, no repartee,

          Poseidon stole the man I knew.

 

          My name he took from off the side,

          From his lips I lost my name,

          A once loved, now forgotten bride

          Our wedding vows now set aflame.

 

          For my ship, he sailed, he picked a shore

          A glorious Sailor, a daunting feat

          Finally he chose what he wanted more,

          Where the stars and horizon kiss and meet.