Waves

WAVES


The stars no longer flicker
over dreamers in the park,
and even though it’s daylight
I’m sitting in the dark.

The dreams have all but faded
into a night that is still –
sleep comes very easy to
a soul who’s lost his will.

You said you always felt so safe
whenever I held you tight,
so I embraced you often
because it felt so right.

You say you want to write
and you want to stay in touch –
but to hear you’re with another
would simply hurt too much.

I’m standing at the portside
of a love who sailed away –
I tried to ask her not to go
and she refused to stay.

So now the waves keep washing
all my useless tears to sea –
for what’s the good of freedom
if you’d rather not be free.

© ’78, 2006 Karl Arthur King