Sight of Sea
A purple haze engulfed my ache,
A mistress so in-tune,
My lady bore my weight and wake,
Guided by fluorescent moon.
A shift and stir, from side to side,
And rolling underneath,
Her sweet embrace is gentle tide
Her whispers, just beneath.
Washed upon the solid ground,
I feel a calming breeze,
Despite the earth to which I'm bound,
She puts my mind to ease.
Thrown from ship, I've seen the sea,
And she has seen no less of me.
A mistress so in-tune,
My lady bore my weight and wake,
Guided by fluorescent moon.
A shift and stir, from side to side,
And rolling underneath,
Her sweet embrace is gentle tide
Her whispers, just beneath.
Washed upon the solid ground,
I feel a calming breeze,
Despite the earth to which I'm bound,
She puts my mind to ease.
Thrown from ship, I've seen the sea,
And she has seen no less of me.
posted by Josiah at
11:10 PM
2 Comments:
I really like the imagery in all of your poetry. This one flows very well and casts a clear image.
Poetry is the murder of perfectly good words.
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