To The Sea "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice carried on to me As I waited in the bower Lingering, hopeful, for an hour, Praying you'd return. Your journey you'd spurn And wrapping me safe in your arms, You'd shelter in my sacred charms. "To the sea, to the sea!" From the courtyard I flee, Crying in desperation, Face damp with perspiration. You're sailing away to France, A soldier of circumstance, Eager to please the King. Our love, to the winds, you fling. "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice carried on to me. I climb the spiral stairs To the top to see the flares Of the fires of lore Burning fiercely on the shore. The knights climb aboard At the urging of their Lord. "To the sea, to the sea!" The chant tore through me As your men set sail, Eerily naked without their mail And you, you stand proud, Your voice strong and loud. From the tower I watch the crowd, My soul darkened in shroud. "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice cried out to me. "To the sea, to the sea!" I responded in a plea. To the sea, to the sea, Your voice now lost to me. To the sea, across the sea You floated away from me. Dena L. Moore December 3, 2001 To The Sea appears in my chapbook, Canso and is currently available. Please click here for more information. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
To The Sea "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice carried on to me As I waited in the bower Lingering, hopeful, for an hour, Praying you'd return. Your journey you'd spurn And wrapping me safe in your arms, You'd shelter in my sacred charms. "To the sea, to the sea!" From the courtyard I flee, Crying in desperation, Face damp with perspiration. You're sailing away to France, A soldier of circumstance, Eager to please the King. Our love, to the winds, you fling. "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice carried on to me. I climb the spiral stairs To the top to see the flares Of the fires of lore Burning fiercely on the shore. The knights climb aboard At the urging of their Lord. "To the sea, to the sea!" The chant tore through me As your men set sail, Eerily naked without their mail And you, you stand proud, Your voice strong and loud. From the tower I watch the crowd, My soul darkened in shroud. "To the sea, to the sea!" Your voice cried out to me. "To the sea, to the sea!" I responded in a plea. To the sea, to the sea, Your voice now lost to me. To the sea, across the sea You floated away from me. Dena L. Moore December 3, 2001 To The Sea appears in my chapbook, Canso and is currently available. Please click here for more information. |
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