woodandhoney

I came home tired from work that day

and you asked to have a drink with me,

I told you, I only know how to sail the sea; I told you the dry desert sun

only washes grey on me.

You kissed me and I thought you knew.

And later upstairs, when we slept, I dreamt of India and oceans

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I planned my course and you said, I can be good company,

You smiled in such sweetness and laughed so brightly

I thought, this girl would only bring good things to me

At night when I dreamt of storms, I also felt soft sun in me

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We stopped at villages and you went out to gather fruit

You came back late occasionally,

I asked you to mind the turning of the tide

Least you should drown at sea,

you came back even later

I didn’t ask you anymore.

And I remember that day

You come back with the sun

only carrying unsteady hands.

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I thought of the sea and knew why I can’t ignore its pull on me

I looked at you and smiled and said nothing at all,

but I could feel the beating of wings.

At night I dreamt of oceans, each one calling to me.

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I sail alone and on land I ask for only what you ask of me

And if I should hear parts of your song,

It’s only when the tide turns quiet and low.

Because at night before sleep turns heavy and slow

I hear the moon moan its sad song to the sea like a prayer

Calling out like an endless beacon to me

drowning out any of your words for me

Tagged: boat, relationships, sailors, sea