I am a sojourner,
Wandering the paper-sand shores
Of pulp and rock--
Tracing the fields of ink in my mind
And following them
To the terminus of thoughts
And yet there was never a longer trail
Than the constant sound of vowels
That placed in me this solitude
And promising to
Go somewhere; see someone,
And see now--none but you.
To sail seas, searching for pearls
Across the shores of every beach
Inside the depths of chitinous chests
Hidden from the world
A jewel embeded,
Found by me
You--
You are the fire of the Greeks
You are the Pharos, of lovely beams
You are the granules beneath my feet--
The pearl I never thought I'd see
And I am an island of thought
To rest your tired storms
And pour your heavy waters here,
To wither these blackened stones
My love,
If there was no more land to fear,
These shores would hold the skies
I'd grow a garden from the sea,
And let you name it ours
Of all the mountains nestled here,
And rivers coursing high
I'd have their shadows take to thee,
And in these passing hours--
When all the words are written,
And all the hymns are sung
As long as there is air to breathe
I'd say you are my love
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
I am a sojourner,
Wandering the paper-sand shores
Of pulp and rock--
Tracing the fields of ink in my mind
And following them
To the terminus of thoughts
And yet there was never a longer trail
Than the constant sound of vowels
That placed in me this solitude
And promising to
Go somewhere; see someone,
And see now--none but you.
To sail seas, searching for pearls
Across the shores of every beach
Inside the depths of chitinous chests
Hidden from the world
A jewel embeded,
Found by me
You--
You are the fire of the Greeks
You are the Pharos, of lovely beams
You are the granules beneath my feet--
The pearl I never thought I'd see
And I am an island of thought
To rest your tired storms
And pour your heavy waters here,
To wither these blackened stones
My love,
If there was no more land to fear,
These shores would hold the skies
I'd grow a garden from the sea,
And let you name it ours
Of all the mountains nestled here,
And rivers coursing high
I'd have their shadows take to thee,
And in these passing hours--
When all the words are written,
And all the hymns are sung
As long as there is air to breathe
I'd say you are my love
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