D William L

D William L Nov 2018

Enchanted by these two stars of jade before me,
their soft spring green
gives life to my smile,
and I willingly become their servant.
I wait eagerly next to her,
ignoring the rise of this morning’s sun,
for there is no more wondrous view to behold
than the emerald dawn
of her eyes opening.
Their beauty gives light to the room
that the envious morning sun never could.
I endearingly hold each kiss
as precious as the first.
The baptism of their touch
rolls my soul as the sea's tide.
I float helplessly in their ebb and flow.
As each kiss comes to its inevitable close,
just as the tides themselves pull away,
my lips draw helplessly with hers,
as a sparrow's feather on wave's break,
that comes to rest on the beach of kisses end,
I wait longingly for her lips next tide,
to carry me away again.

D William L Nov 2018

The Messenger

Little sparrow, fly for me,
on the shoulders of this ocean breeze.
High above these waves so fierce,
far across this blackened sea.

Fly to the shores of golden sands,
o'er emerald trees and plain's expand.
Don't rest your wings, or hesitate,
this desperate errand i command.

Fly through her window, there she'll be,
plead her lips to speak so free.
For these long days that i've been gone,
weigh on my heart, a painful song,

...ask her...

Does her tender heart still wait for me.

D William L Oct 2018

Be Still

Be still my heart,
for the compass of this breeze is not yet known.

Hold fast my pulse,
for this rose's thorns are not yet numbered.

Be as an oak, my trembling knees,
for this current's vim has yet to peak.

Be still my heart,
for this swan has yet to sing her song.

D William L Oct 2018

Where He Lives

In fruitless tradition,

I kneel at the alter of memory

in this garden of loss and souls.

An insoluble desire to court heartache,

To renew a dark corner of the heart,

through the bitter winds of time.

But only ever illuminate

that which will never be again.

D William L Oct 2018

The Roamer's Psalm

Cast away your anchors,
break away your chains,
never mind your roots or home,
free blood in your veins.

As you sail across the waters,
and roam across the lands,
in search of that lost question,
"what makes a man, a man"

Trust only in your heart,
hold tight to love's right hand,
for the wild will bring more suffering,
than you can understand.

D William L Oct 2018

A Short Adieu

As the golden ribbons
of sunset's light,
bow to nightfall's birth,
the purple evening clouds set sail,
like balloons above the earth.

The ocean waters darken,
the horizon starts to fade,
starlight diamonds dimly grace,
this grand blue yonder stage.

To those I know,
to those I love,
to those I hold as true,
this sailor bids adieu to you,
good night lost souls,
till morrow's bloom.

A short goodbye written just before my third ship transit across the Atlantic Ocean

D William L Oct 2018

Runaway

My little runaway,
You sneak into my bed
under the cover of night,
and hide yourself under my blankets
till the morningtide.

The soft blue glow of dawn,
laying across your gentle face
like a sheet of silk.

No sounds in the room,
just the beatings of our hearts.
Two souls in perfect isolation.

Like the first early notes
of morning bird's hymns,
a single, soft,
euphonious note,
gently woven into a restful
sigh of slumber's gratification
softly kisses our morning
quiescence to life.

My heart skips two beats
at the sound of your sleepy
little honey-sweet voice,

"..will you marry me.."

The whole room seems to smile.

Your little arms wrap snugly around me,
your apple leaf eyes look up at me,
begging for just one more hour
of loving rest before you have to
run away again.