#odetoanegyptiangirl
A lover to a sailor’s mast,
She’s leaving me,
…moving; fast.
Cris-crossed with linen,
Set to sail,
A relation-ship…
…I had failed.
Low-hanging moon,
Way out yonder, -there,
Glint off her spar,
So far now,
I don’t care.
Frothy seas of waves impress,
Is it a lonely beach?
Shore, sure;
I guess.
A bottle drained,
In some sadness, yes,
Fill a glass; to my Bess.
If I told you, you could have it all?
Soar the heavens, never fall.
Said my man she’d never leave,
A life of love a life achieved.
There’s your lover,
You’re manning a sailor’s mast,
Wind is blowing oh-so-fast,
Low-hanging moon,
A relationship -steeled,
Wounded heart of hers…
It had been healed.
Steady waves, a gentle rock,
Endless days since you’d had that talk.
On a course together all through life,
The happiness and the spice of nights,
Frothy seas, gentle waves, and nights they fold right into days...
If I told you,
You could have it all?
Soar the heavens,
And never fall?
Lonely empty bottle...
Rolling in the froth,
Goodbye my Bess,
my love; I’ve lost.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC