Ode to the Waterside : CN

A whisper on the breeze, soft as a sigh,

I search the shoreline where your spirit lies.

My love, my heart, I’ve rambled wide,

To meet you on the waterside;

But alas by then I think I cried,

Fingers tracing paths of a love denied.

Your grace was too great, your charm too strong,

Oh how I longed to be where I belonged.

Rather than kiss you, my heart an endless mist,

I flung myself off the side of your ship,

Beneath the waves, lost in the whispering deep,

Into my lungs, the secrets would seep.

I let myself sip from the saltwater sea,

A memory of Tennyson's lady, far from me.

I loved as I shied, a breeze against the tide,

Ended like a candle that flickers and dies.

A search for redemption among shifting sands,

That was my intention, to slip through your hands.

So these words come to you, if they find their way,

From the sky where the stars are lost in play.

I try to love the women and men,

In the space between days, when the silence begins.

Too much dazzle is deadly; oh, what a curse,

Yet the demure divinities watch over us first.

So if we cannot win on this baseball ground,

They offer us shelter, where peace can be found.

I let myself sip from the saltwater sea,

A memory of Tennyson's lady, far from me.

I loved as I shied, a breeze against the tide,

Ended like a candle that flickers and dies.

A search for redemption among shifting sands,

That was my intention, to slip through your hands.

Whence we can attend the loves of our lives,

Until they dance with us in the light that thrives.

Ode to the waterside, where sorrowed hearts mend,

In the arms of the tides where all loves blend.