My hearts like a calling seashell

My hearts like a calling seashell

 

Subliminally, I’ll always love you

My hearts like a calling seashell

I’ll always hear you

On the shore of my soul

Waiting for your sweet return my darling…

 

Subliminally, I’ll always love you

Without you here I’m a galley slave  

My darling, till the seas return"

Only makes me blue you never came

Like a surfing, wave into my arms again.

 

Darling I count the clouds until

I can count rose petals again

Darling there’s only a red sea of pain

Subliminally, circled with wolves

Oh their hollowing lonely at a midnight sky.

 

Darling I count the clouds until

I can pick up these shells shattered bits

I’m no Madame Butterfly

I haven’t finished reading her script

But darling I’m coming close to quit.

 

 

Reviews

[Diana]

Such a plaintive calling. Easy to lose oneself in those seas... I enjoyed the sea imagery that went along with this, a fitting blend.

"But darling I'm coming close to quit." - Tired of "sailing?"

[Mark Heathcote]

I'm pleased you enjoyed it Diana thanks for the comment dear. :)

[Me]

Beautifully done Mark, enjoyed :) x