The Master Of My Soul

The Master Of My Soul,

By Adam Kane.

To the seas I look, and from the shore I roar,
for the sunset's silence,  I do abhor.
It looks to a time when stone was sure, skies were blue,
and swallows, in the twilight's freedom flew.

For all that was, is not.

The oak is bare, the heavens grey,
and the rock now in silence lay.
Yea, for ere cold conquered, bearing blade of ice and gaze of gloom,
my heart, in love's liberty bloomed.

Four Winters have set, and four Springs have dawned,
since first we met and in youth's folly fawned.
But tho' difference be our Lord,
and society his sword,
benevolent was he,
and so closer grew we.
Burnished blue were thine eyes, with the majesty of the Pharaohs,
and a gleaming soul of gentle gold, to free me from lost love's barrow.
And tho' fate be fair, and circumstance rife,
we are divided, but slaves to the will of life
Four Summers have set, since first we were twinned,
yet love sees us unfit to bind.

Now, I fear that thy ship has sailed,
and while I am free, my heart is to the gunwale nailed;
for you are the Captain of my ship and the master of my soul,
and I am but a prisoner, without his parole.

Yet, a fair wind blows,
to bear me on, and bring me from my cold repose.
You are at sea, so I must follow,
my heart is to you, so my pride I must swallow,
for you are the sum of all my hopes, of all my dreams,
so now I would take our fates together,
and bind them at the seams.