I would brush my hair thrice a day
For her, my love
And with every stroke
I would sing the song she is so fond of.
I tie it in a dark blue ribbon
That reminds me of her,
I would walk for days
To smell her salty lure
Whistling winds steadily blow
Each strand of hair
Into a whirlwind
In the summer air
She caresses our hull
And we meet her
With open arms
We collide in a perilous blur
Her fingers engulf us
Wrapping and curling
Around the island of hope
That is now as worthless as tarnished sterling.
I feel her gently nuzzle my toes
dandle my ankles and past
She blanketed my body
And I held steadfast
Her icy touch gave me chills
And I looked to the mast
Strong and anchored
To a ship that would not last
As my last breath disappeared
I saw my hair
Floating in the whirlwind
That is now in the sea’s care.
And after all that
I say my last prayer
For not one to hear
And no one to bear.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I would brush my hair thrice a day
For her, my love
And with every stroke
I would sing the song she is so fond of.
I tie it in a dark blue ribbon
That reminds me of her,
I would walk for days
To smell her salty lure
Whistling winds steadily blow
Each strand of hair
Into a whirlwind
In the summer air
She caresses our hull
And we meet her
With open arms
We collide in a perilous blur
Her fingers engulf us
Wrapping and curling
Around the island of hope
That is now as worthless as tarnished sterling.
I feel her gently nuzzle my toes
dandle my ankles and past
She blanketed my body
And I held steadfast
Her icy touch gave me chills
And I looked to the mast
Strong and anchored
To a ship that would not last
As my last breath disappeared
I saw my hair
Floating in the whirlwind
That is now in the sea’s care.
And after all that
I say my last prayer
For not one to hear
And no one to bear.
