Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Land and Sea

The longings of my heart are ever present,
But I can find no start, for my peasant
Attire keeps me in check. Yet were there no
Such barriers between you and I, for
Even as the sea strives to take back more
From Land's alive with the glow of the sun,
So should I hope to gain your love when done.
Though even in such hopes as I tread now
I realize that even the sea's bow
To the tides that bring them ever upon
The shore's of true love. Given but an hour
When tides are governed by moons gentle beam,
I should make bright your fair eyes up above,
Then falls back to the sea's fading flower. 

                                                                  Land and Sea, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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