Into my life you came,
bold against the rising sun,
your wind-tossed locks alluring,
your bright, bold eyes searing.
And I opened my chest to give you the contents
of its heart, and at first you treasured them.
The glorious days of sailing with you
were warm and secure, with clear skies and
But in time, you craved not the warmth of my heart,
preferring the cold hardness of gems and coins.
Not the stable strength of my arms,
but the fickle roll of riches.
Turning yourself to seawater,
you slipped from my grasp
and left me no choice, set me adrift
with no anchor, no oar.
Under the stars my heart withered.
The sun-kissed days grew dank with brine,
and the raucous racket of overbold gulls
pursued my foundering lifeboat.
I dreamed that in a reef of nascent coral
I put the seawater to my lips as if to kiss you
but therein lied a fatal thirst,
and under a high tide moon,
I spilled it and left it behind.
What remains ahead is unknown, uncharted,
yet with a sense of direction and purpose,
of longing fulfilled, a calling realized.
As the gull calls fade, the windsong rises.
And I know that in the distance,
a paradise awaits my arrival.
I shield my eyes from the sunlight
dappling the dancing waves,
and sail on to fate’s warm hearth,