In dreams

Dreaming of her

 

In dreams

 

On misty banks of weathered shoreline,

deplete by oceans endless play

With scattered seas of ageless voyage,

lone sunsets formed on borrowed bay

 

Horizons beckon with a daydream,

in distant lines of forward flow

On breezes captured always welcome,

as if some one I once did know

 

A jetty sits in foam laced waters,

lapping cold against its skin

Of the sights it surely witnessed

and moon beam patterns once again

 

This solitude of thoughts provoking,

a heartbeat dances on a wave

For memories we’ve long forgotten

or the ones our heart has saved

 

As here I sit in meditation,

abreast of nature’s melody

To find a whispered love awakens,

my woman of this dark night sea

 

This night and every there before me,

bring a touch of love so kind

Beyond the washing waves so splendor,

for but a voice to call her mine

 

So now I face this grand conclusion,

what’s meant to be is all I ask

For on the sun’s due east arrival,  

I stand ready for the task

 

To send my love, to her unending,

far beyond this shining sea

And pray to find her pure acceptance

in dreams that she shall wait for me

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[eglantine]

Just out of curiosity, do you handwrite your poems or do you type them? I can totally imagine you sitting on some shore with a journal writing this, or even at a weathered desk garnished with poetry revisions and a framed photo. Or maybe I just haven't had my daily dose of coffee yet lol. Either way, I enjoyed it, as I always enjoy your poems.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. To answer your question, I do a little of both. You would be surprised at what I have written on, I may grab a napkin in a restaurant to jot down something that inspires me, there are pencil scribblings all over my workshop table top at home and I have even written a line or two on my hand if I don't have anything else so I don't forget, but most of my work is done on my computer in the early morning hours in my office before anyone else arrives for work. Thanks again.

[eglantine]

Not surprised at all, seeing as I do the same :) I've even been known to wake in the middle of the night and record random lines on my iphone

[Jack...]

Well, if the end result is your poetry, I hope you keep that phone close at hand. :)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Nothing could be more satisfying than being with your love one. Sometimes during your meditation, you embrace those sweet memories with her as if it is your present. That love might have its extension...even in a dream.

So romantic...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Always nice to see you Dhaye.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

And it's always nice to read a romantic poem like this. You're always welcome, Jack. :)

[Frieda P]

Even your meditations are romantic! This is lovely, I know I continue to use that word but it fits so well when I think of your work, this is the Jack that is the King of the WC when it comes to romanticism. You pen is with such skill as it wraps around the page so elegantly.

A jetty sits in foam laced waters,
lapping cold against its skin
Of the sights it surely witnessed
and moon beam patterns once again

Foam laced waters lapping cold, wow.

[Jack...]

Thank you my sweet friend. It is always an honor to have you review one of my poems. Happy you enjoyed it.

[s y e]

This is a very tender write, the imagery in this was beautiful. It told us about a lover waiting for his/ her other half to come back home, have I got it right? :) It was gorgeous, I loved it! Well done, Jack!

[Jack...]

You got it right my friend. Thank you so much.

[Shivam Murari]

Meditating poem :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very tender melody that evoked the picture of either a lover awaiting the return of his heart or a man reminiscing about the death of his love.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. In my mind it was the former, but it can be anything you like it to be.

[Astro]

Ridiculously good. Again, I'm impressed at your use of language and the great steadfast method keeping true to the imagery while voicing such tender and personal desires is inspiring. The final curtain and how we choose to approach it, is often an avoided topic among mere mortals, but you make it seem commonplace with your measure of immortality. The only bump I felt in your otherwise clear water was in this passage,
"Of the sights it surely witnessed
and moon beam patterns once again"

Where "once again" in it's appropriateness still weakens the rhyme a tad. A tad. ;) Great work.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I felt that too in those lines. Perhaps I will revisit it again.

[Astro]

Cheers

[Souladareatease]

Man Jack...Beautiful...You always Pen art Sir!!!
Since I first read You, I've loved Your work, but since You have been tweaking Your styles as of late...just some jaw dropping ink...this was superb!!!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate the kind words.

[Baby Ricochet]

Ahh. Another romantic classic from our bard Jack. Splendid work sir.

[Jack...]

Thank you sir

[Angel]

Beautifully seductive, bringing sweet dreams of the longed for lover.
Thank you for sharing this one.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend ANGEL. (Wanted to make sure I got it right that time) :)>