Beyond and Again

 How the deepening gloom whispers a pall to my longing heart.
Oh gray wicked winter, insisting of madness, goads the whitecap sea to rage.
How the brine winter wind gives hurt to body and soul,
My body,
 my soul.
Ah but i find comfort in the numbing kiss of Poseidon's breath,
all hope would fail me but for a glimmer on the stormy gray horizon.
A sparkle,  a thought,  a feeling brought to bear silent witness of destiny's mocking kiss.
Where in thought my fairest wish kneels to drink the cool sweet water of springtime glee,
On a shore of no strife , where a lie is yet cradled in the darkness of Able,
And Edens memories yet linger in the wooded rolling scape of Valinar.
She is the fairest creature of mans youth,
 where filial disparagement grows not in loves sweet soil.
I imagine a tilting of her fair form as if to catch my thoughts ,
sent to the winds in hopes of comforts nightshade harboring the burning yet contained.
for a thought is not touch,
Sound is not a caress,
And we burn for passions pity on the farthest of shores.
Let the shifting shore define my restless heart.
For the dearer thoughts offer up contrast to the realization of tidal longing.
Oh the ebb and flow how you call to me.
For my heart lives in another land of Elysian dreams.
Where true love keeps heart from harm in her tender menstruation of eternal bliss.
I will sail the storm and voyage the distance for relief is found in her arms alone
I cry out and add mine own tears to the wide gray sea......

(c) Michael James Garland 2017