The Sailor's Love

Upon his craft and with his crew, he set sail

To the cruel and crazy, dark and deep blue sea;

There, the far and forlorn, hungry and hasty tide lurks,

Himself, bound by the laws of the sea.

He looks hard at the point the sea seems to end,

And assembles himself, whilst he makes for his quest

Too near, yet too far, the nights seem infinite long,

And in want , turns back to a love he belongs.

The storms so wild pins him to the swing of waves,

Tossed hither and thither, he belongs not.

Bathed in quest and drawn to love- he stands apart,

Trembling he holds the rails, daring to move on.

O’ for a sailor’s love in a country of his own

Who upon the hearty bars did make,

And deeply consigned at the core of himself,

Now, O’ this sailors love, that keeps him away.

Sailing in gale, he struggles to make sail,

Yet braves the invading tempest and up-keeps his life,

To share and lose unreserved, back in the country bars,

And eternally melt into one, like a lighted candle.

Reminds of great epic love in his father’s past,

That upon equal trails made their story,

Himself too ardent in his childhood dreams,

Had reasons to breathe, and not to be.

Eager as the consuming fire and serene as the blue night,

Haste as the running streams and patient as a nun,

Insoluble as a wax and docile as a lamb-

Had set the tenor, to the yearnings clear.

Who reckons the bygone pain, when joy is at hand?

And O for a sailors love-now the gale’s gone and the shore seen,

Delights the stir of love- himself a miracle,

And here’s his time for the long awaiting love to yield.