"Sonnets Since September": III
From dawn to dusk I’d wander ‘long her shore
Only to want her less, but need her more.
I’d come; I’d go, bound by her ebb and flow;
Pulled by her tide- her heart’s strong undertow.
My own is now adrift (all hope’s dismayed)
Pulled by her tide- her heart swept it away;
My soul is now alone and lost at sea
And everyone, save her, does pity me.
And if I could, I would return once more
Alas! I’m shackled to the ocean’s floor
And buried here ten thousand fathoms deep,
I share with you this secret I do keep:
She was my ocean; this, I must confess:
I was only her wave; no more, no less.
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Great series of poems
Fascinating style, use of the ocean as metaphor. I enjoyed reading each of these and it will be a pleasure to read them again. Thanks for sharing these. raskin
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Thank you for your comments. I've posted the lyrics that inspired this particular poem; if you're interested in hearing a live demo of the song itself, simply send me an email requesting the same to: brenttaylorstenhouse@yahoo.com. Glad to have you on board as a "buddy."
"Tide of Her Heart"
“Tide of Her Heart”
words & music by: Brent Taylor Stenhouse
Verse 1:
I was only her wave
But she was my ocean
She set me in motion
With the Tide of Her Heart
Verse 2:
I would wander her shore
Her ebb and her flow
She’d come and she’d go
With the Tide of Her Heart
Bridge:
If you could shed a teardrop tomorrow
For every sailor lost at sea
You would find you’re swimming in sorrow
Drowning for eternity
Verse 3 (repeat Verse 1)
Verse 4:
Now my heart is adrift
My hope is dismayed
She swept it away
With the Tide of Her Heart
Bridge (repeat)
SOLO (Instrumental on verse progression)
Verse 1 (repeat)
Copyright (c) 2008 B. T. Stenhouse/ProCity Publishing (ASCAP)