Why do you wait for him my love,
riding waves of a dying sea?
Is it that you can see my love,
Something that others cannot see?
Your desperate eyes scan wave and air,
for his ascending wooden isle.
But don’t you see that you’re in err?
Your feet will never walk that aisle.
Yet still you stand your heart held bare,
listening to the ocean’s groan,
this has become too much to bear,
for you my love has only grown.
So when I watch your watching eye,
your soul enraptured by this scene,
Just know my love that it is I,
who leaps horizons to be seen.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
Why do you wait for him my love,
riding waves of a dying sea?
Is it that you can see my love,
Something that others cannot see?
Your desperate eyes scan wave and air,
for his ascending wooden isle.
But don’t you see that you’re in err?
Your feet will never walk that aisle.
Yet still you stand your heart held bare,
listening to the ocean’s groan,
this has become too much to bear,
for you my love has only grown.
So when I watch your watching eye,
your soul enraptured by this scene,
Just know my love that it is I,
who leaps horizons to be seen.
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