Here, I wait for your arrival
Where the sky swarms of gulls
And the ocean glints golden dawn
Weaving endless dance of dragons
The shore is my constant, my anchor
As I await for your arrival
As summer greens & yellows the field
As autumn reaps its bounty of leaves
The pebbles & shells hear the roar
Of the vessel's mighty bows and oars
Here, I await for your arrival
as black ship clears into the harbor-
An arrow pierces my chest
The flags fly and white mast unfurls -
The sun, a beautiful maiden at rest, rises
as I wait for you, here -
“The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.”
― Robert Frost
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - A tribute to Robert Frost
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~ Poetry form: Quatern poem
