I let the waves wash over me
And from the deep and timeless sea
He’ll rise and sing his songs to me
His sad, sad songs to me
I tread the sand upon the shore
I want for much, but never more
Than his sweet soul that I adore
His sad, sweet soul that I adore
I tread the water as I breathe
With deep-sea flowers I am wreathed
And for his torment I am grieved
His sad, dark torment I am grieved
I swim the sea of life and time
I bring him gifts of words and rhyme
And draw his strength so old, sublime
So ancient, sad, sublime.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
The least you’d expect in return is a wave. (I’ll get my hat.)
LOL!! 🙂 🙂
Gorgeous, Sis….I love it.
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Beautiful. I love the way you ended the last two lines in each stanza!
Thanks so much Kira!! 🙂 🙂
Kinda hit me as I live by the sea. Nice
Thanks John – how lucky for you, it’s wonderful to live near the sea!! 🙂
It is. I am very fortunate.
Loved every word of this. So sweet and soulful. Reowr!
Thanks so much!! I love the sea, it is a source of endless inspiration for writing. 🙂
Beautiful, just abosultely beautiful 🙂
Thank you so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely and musical…perfect ebb and flow 🙂
Thank you so much, the sea is wonderful inspiration!! 🙂