How love strikes down so deep
The object, like a ship goes down
It’s captain, her words so sweet
My heart. A ship. A stolen crown
Lighter than the air surrounding
The captain, giving wings to ship
Yet piercing my heart, confounding
Slowly sinking, drip, drip, drip
Unbeknownst, my heartstrings she plays
Searching, she finds not one for her own
Yet found have I, all the days
My heart I give, her skipping stone
The rolling, rushing sea of thought
A tempestuous grave I dig
My mind, false conclusions brought
My heart, sent back to the brig
And so this captain, set for sail
Upon the unforgiving winds of change
My ship aground, put back by nail
A bulls-eye placed, her firing range
Walking now, alone it seems
For fear of a changing tide
I awake from a half remembered dream
Someday, I will have my bride.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
How love strikes down so deep
The object, like a ship goes down
It’s captain, her words so sweet
My heart. A ship. A stolen crown
Lighter than the air surrounding
The captain, giving wings to ship
Yet piercing my heart, confounding
Slowly sinking, drip, drip, drip
Unbeknownst, my heartstrings she plays
Searching, she finds not one for her own
Yet found have I, all the days
My heart I give, her skipping stone
The rolling, rushing sea of thought
A tempestuous grave I dig
My mind, false conclusions brought
My heart, sent back to the brig
And so this captain, set for sail
Upon the unforgiving winds of change
My ship aground, put back by nail
A bulls-eye placed, her firing range
Walking now, alone it seems
For fear of a changing tide
I awake from a half remembered dream
Someday, I will have my bride.
Copyright of Nigel Elvis Leo Ruiz.