This journey fraught of desperate dreams

 

Within the grip of swelling grays

the Southern Cross astern now shines

Ever close of darkened bays,

adrift of lost and endless times

 

Sails now hoist, direction’s wind,

I hear the angry waves a’ crash

Spume does touch my worried skin,

tempest waters come to lash

 

This journey fraught of desperate dreams,

to reach the one that I adore

Of echoed voices calling me

and compass points of distant shore

 

Fear shall not my face to run,

to fight this wrathful storm I will

Hoping for the morning sun

with calmer seas so ever still

 

When dawn, I pray on bleeding knees

does find your arms about my chest

With kisses sweet of anchored pleas,

to whisper I have met my quest

 

And found my love for once and all

by harbor light and North Star way

Your heart, my destined port-o-call,

never more to sail away

 

Author's Note

How's that for a journey?

Reviews

[danielle.]

Another cracker!
Very much enjoyed the journey x

[willweb]

Thank you so much Ellemorell. I appreciate your visit.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I really enjoyed the rhythm you created in this poem. Could smell the brine and taste the salt.

Winston

[willweb]

Thank you so very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, but my life, my love and my lady is the sea."
(Looking Glass)
mesmerizing words here...the poem sails along the seas of rhythm and rhyme...like the Ancient rhyme of the mariner.
nicely done,
j.

[willweb]

Oh, I remember that song vividly and now it is securely implanted in my head for today. Thanks Jacob...really, thanks for reading and not mentioning the little hiccup towards the end. I caught it this morning. How does that happen? Thanks again.

[Chris Shaw]

Quite a journey and even though the seas were rough, the ending was a happy one. Plenty of imagery, stanzas that flow and rhyme well. Romantic and enjoyable to read.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Chris.