I Am There

Seeker

From mist that rises from the surf below

the rocks here and along this scarp are wet

It pains me deep; I muse but never get

an answer, of why she decided to go

 

the way of ghostly brume, fading like

she never was here leaving just a trace

of wetness; tears on the stone’s sad face

I lean to windward on this rugged dyke

 

against the sea and I remember the

brief walk of joy together; we went near

the golden gates of perfect fealty dear,

You said, I will be here above the sea

 

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2017 11:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • kevin browne

    beautiful, my friend. I worked on the sea from age 13 to 19 and have never forgotten how beautifully it can express itself. I love this poem.

    • Seeker

      Kevin, I have a love for sailing that I discovered when my oldest son taught me how to sail. Unfortunately I've done 99% of my many years sailing on fresh water reservoirs and only once on the Atlantic. I sailed in a 60 foot sloop, with a group, 90 miles from Miami to Bimini in the Caribbean. What an experience, it's one I'll never forget. If reincarnation actually happens I hope I come back as a person of the sea next time. BTW, I'm a little confused with this website so in the event I didn't thank you for your kind comments, I thank you now. Cheers!!



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