On a sea of dead thieves
What will the tide wash in?
Floundering the waves incessantly
Hours on days the ocean mist still sprays
On the horizon I wish to see
Mounted on the coastal shoreline of the sea
Past the point of the sun rise
A ship that will ferry me back those eyes
Though storms may rage within
I remember your hair dancing in the wind
Your eyes rich as the earth
Why did you forsake what was meant since your birth?
The sea is vast and wise
Few have the gall to brave the brine
Nor the monsters that lurk below
Or the gelid sting that the keelhauled know
Though the unfeeling and the crass
May hold your bones and carve your sense
No unholy threat of life or death
Or shame can match the rasp
The storm you must face
When the shore line has passed
The true fear lies away from the sea
The true call that urges you
Converge from infatuation and passion
Amongst the heat of the lust
The flames the ocean blue could not douse
Your true home is here with me
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Until then I await you at the sea
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I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
PuisiA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
