An Original Collection of Provocative and Powerful Essay's by R. B. STUART. Her Work Begins and Ends at the Crux of Truth, Sorrow and Humor---Capable of Slicing Through Your Psyche and Piercing Your Heart.
By R. B. STUART
Part Thirty-Two
POEM
The sea beckons me;
Its blue majesty pulls me to the shore,
The dreams of her beauty---glistens forever more.
The sea beckons me;
The tides can’t be undone,
My letters seep into the wet sand---until there were none.
The tides can’t be undone,
My letters seep into the wet sand---until there were none.
The sea beckons me;
On a journey to the past,
Where loved ones wait hovering---around the tarnished mast.
On a journey to the past,
Where loved ones wait hovering---around the tarnished mast.
The sea beckons me;
My heart simply broke apart---fragmented pieces splashed into art.
My heart simply broke apart---fragmented pieces splashed into art.
The sea beckons me;
At long last
time is forced to stop,
Into the salts my body will merge---silently weeping her final sojourn.
Into the salts my body will merge---silently weeping her final sojourn.
The sea beckons me;
The
days will linger on,
The sun will shimmer through her silkened, golden hair,
Formed like buttercups---scooping up droplets of care.
The sun will shimmer through her silkened, golden hair,
Formed like buttercups---scooping up droplets of care.
The sea beckons me;
Folding me into the sea layer upon layer,
Until the only reflection---are waves breaking bare.
Folding me into the sea layer upon layer,
Until the only reflection---are waves breaking bare.
Farewell, the sea beckons me;
Back home where I belong,
If you listen carefully---the winds will carry my song.
Back home where I belong,
If you listen carefully---the winds will carry my song.
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