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Hard rowing is no good, you see,
upon life's vast and churning sea.
It blurs horizons; clouds my mind,
and leaves me with no hope to find
the island of my longing!
For should I search my whole life's span
in fervent hope to reach its sand
the only shores I'll ever see
will be the ones that cannot be
the island of my longing!
It seems when you reach for a star
to whisk you from the where you are,
you cause your dream to fade and dip.
Behind the wake made by your ship:
the island of your longing!
I cannot chart the course of life,
nor skirt its rocks and shoals and strife-
I bow therefore to life, anew,
in deep belief it leads me to
the island of my longing!
~"The Island Of My Longing"
Finally today, I understand it,
how some, from life, just turn and walk away.
I sat there, and no longer could I stand it-
An empty heart to mark an empty day!
I think I'll walk towards the rising sun
'til this day's gone, and if I must, I'll run.
The reasons I should stay surround my mind
with all the needs my presence must fulfill.
They run in different currents as they wind
around my daily life, of their own will.
Yet still I want to walk towards sunrise,
away from someone else's needs and ties!
I have spent oh so much yet find I owe
another ounce of specie you won't spend.
The love I had, in your heart would not grow,
so how can this not therefore be an end?
An end, which has been living in your heart.
An end, to which, before, I wished no part!
But how can we continue in this way,
when we no longer laugh nor share our tears?
We both know you would never beg me stay,
and I for one, would give us no more years!
We danced our dance- we danced and sang our song-
The song was short, perhaps the dance too long?
~"Good Night"
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