The Mariner's Heart
Trouble hast not breathed a slumber'd sleep
Without one careful gaze toward the east.
Wondering where his heart found to creep
The wanderlust of the sea--the alluring beast.
Winds dare carry my tears from dawn to dusk
When the mariner's heart with cargo lust
Silks, spices, scents of avalon and valued musk.
Even his main sail's scent of forgotten rust.
I learned quite quickly upon our wedding day
The songs, the laughter, wine and tears
Somehow lured him quietly with foam in moonlight's way.
I knew I'd share him, with "her" for years on years.
Our love was epic, hearts swept in passion's time
A kiss, a vow, a wink, and then I'd see his back.
Not one truth or valued reason, not a drunkard's rhyme
For loneliness I lacked not nor suffering on sabbath's fact.
The mariner's heart, a bold rogue he is in memory fair
Singing "her" songs of other's belongs and lands I didn't see.
He's dance from his boat while smiling at "her" flowing hair.
A distant and time measured few to be in love with me.
Oh yon eagles soar when I weep at sea's angry edge
Laughing at me, taunting me as if I were lifeless dirt.
Oh yon ravens land at whipping waves and bushes hedge.
I'll dry my tears and pray for him and sew down my skirt.
I'll stand here gazing at this same ledge as "she" dances away
And sigh when schooner's sail and "he" cannot be seen.
My heart beats sadly in memories of love of night and day
Patience preserve "him," mariner's heart--until more I dream.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery