Sometimes in life we run aground of old emotions. We may think a love or even a wound, is dead or gone only to have it return from the deep. This poem is one such tale.
Aground Forevermore
Firmly in the grasp of this
Held by warm waters undertow
Drifting inexorably toward images of you
And tidal thoughts of never was
That ebb and flow with such frustration
To be still so in love alone
Captivated by beauty
Both of us prisoners to consternation
I unravel at the thought of you
Trusted though I am to hold these
Juggling secrets I cannot comprehend
I've run aground of you again
If there was any choice you would be first
But no matter how it burns
I cannot let you know this
It would only make things worse
An island cut off
But I can show you sunrise
And guide the winds around you from afar
If only in my dreams
I would shield your beauty from erosion
Hold you on high as the paradise
Appreciated and adorned
As you deserve to be
Instead I turn a blind eye
Stick my dizzy head in sand
Tell myself that I'm not crazy
To resurrect what I thought dead
Lest I turn and see your starshine
Against that velvety abyss
And let this love stretch to the heavens
A choir of voices in the wind
I've enumerated in all the ways I can
The ocean that lies beneath
The troubled waters of my heart
The wellspring of the mighty deep
I am once more dancing
Pivoting here on your shore
Wishing I could steal your sadness
Dying for forevermore
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