Softly Crying, No One Hears

Lost, adrift in a sea of your eyes,
you draw me in, like a lighthouse.
With promises of passion so breathtaking,
I will slip this skin to become
the new woman you invited in.

Traveling many miles to get here,
my feet bleeding, callus worn,
my heart tattered and torn.
Are you the answer to my life?
The King of Hearts in the Gypsy cards.

But the loss is overwhelming.
Where is a heart and soul?
A ship on seas with ghosts for a crew.
Someone please stitch my heart,
repair me and they never do.

I will try to be content for a while
as your wandering woman child.
You promise to keep looking for me,
together we will search the graves
I read of a woman called Antoniette Teche'.

How long will the clock have to tick?
The calendar pages turning,
years flying, never knowing who I am.
A woman whose soul died looking for eternal rest,
that tomb calling my name and I can't hear?