to sail to sea - a sunday poem for you - Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey

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NOVEMBER 8, 2009 10:28AM

to sail to sea - a sunday poem for you

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balmy night the moon upon

we stand and face the endless

hand in hand we vow

one last time

you and I

together we’ll go to sea

mates we’ll be

and sing and waltz

and love together

you disappeared

to face the endless

shook away my hand

gone without me

I promised to be your brother

and climb the masts

and steer the ships

to sing a waltz and dance forever

we’d sail the seas

we’d sing the sails

we’d laugh and love

do you remember?

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Lovely.

tai

November 08, 2009 10:32 AM

I'm feeling the poetry today. sometimes when the heart is heavy, it opens to let itself breathe. that's what this poem is for me today. a breath.

Foolish Monkey

November 08, 2009 10:34 AM

The sea rejuvenates the soul; this poem brings in a tide of memories. ~R~

Chuck A. Stetson

November 08, 2009 12:01 PM

I feel good after reading this. What a great sentiment for a Sunday. Scratch that. A great sentiment for any day.

Geraint Isitt

November 08, 2009 12:58 PM

Can't say it any better than those who've already commented: lovely, tide of memories from a soul rejuvenated by the sea, and a lovely sentiment for any day because we all feel better after reading such beautifully written words. Thanks for feeling poetry's sweet breath today.