Chapter 2 - Protected Cove - Her First Approach

Protected Cove - Her First Approach

 

Chapter 2

~ Inspiration, it comes from the sea ~

There is something about the sea that brings forth life into my soul

 

A shoreline close to my heart,

its boundary of land and water,

enclave, enclosed territory that of its limit

a limit that embraces my soul with solitude

oneness of waves that flow in

and back out to the bed of its sea,

the seas home, its ocean, its ocean of siren,

its performance of musical note,

a melody rhythm and pitch,

its composer, chords of modulation,

alteration as she comes ashore

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Beyond the horizon,

my eyes watch daylight embrace dusk,

evenings nightfall,

its curfew, sunset, sundown, evening tide,

bedtime stories, written by candlelight,

equinox, Indian summer,

midnight witching hour,

autumns winter hours killing time,

forever in love, may I rest my heart

upon the shores of your protected cove.

 

- Cove beyond the horizon of your sea -

 

All its wonder and beauty, beauty that surrounds the sea of my heart, its captured by the love I see in her eyes, seeing her smile, it’s like warmth of the sun’s rays on a cool, cold windy day...

 

The number of days she, passes me by - not a word spoken, not even a wave goodbye, yet my heart grows fond of her, more each passing day.

 

Now that I'm a man, my mind, it looks back into a mirror of time, a time of years past, bygone years of yesterday, trying to see where my young heart went wrong.

 

Yes, I was young, young and foolish; foolish I was, attempting to know what love was and where it was going to take my soul when I opened the wrong door, the wrong door of love, forcing it open without even using a key.

 

It is true or I should say - Its true what I have heard - Love, it hides in all four corners of this world called earth.

 

Why is it, I question myself, when we are young at heart, a novelty of newness, like reading a good novel, we want to rush, we want to rush that of love, being in love, falling in love.

 

Love takes time to grow, it’s like a orchard of fruit, a vineyard of grape, grapes growing on the vine, it takes time, time to mature before they are picked and harvested, sweet and firm they are, ready for ferment then processed into a fine tasting wine, a hint of sweetness and scent of its flavor, good to taste.

 

The temperatures, the climate, the season, oh yes the season, how it has to be right for the growth of love to develop into a fine wine of a relationship that will continue to grow, and grow, and grow.

 

Is that where I went wrong, is that why I cannot see through that dust cloud in time, time past, that one I now see in this rear view mirror of life, that question I ask myself - wondering why love falls short, but yet It wants to continue growing upon a new vineyard of fine wine.

 

Before I end this chapter in my life and move on to the next - I want you to know - I now know the real meaning of love. The words I write, they come forth and they whisper back to me as I write, writing these words I write for you - Does she know, will she ever know, this beautiful mute girl that speaks with her eyes and paints pastels with the love of her hands. 

© 2010 Arthur Henn

 

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Reviews

[emmajoy]

I could be wrong but there's some touches of personal experience in this chapter, touches of regret or frustration perhaps.

However, there's some true philosophy sliding gently from another part, 'Love takes time to grow, it’s like a orchard of fruit, a vineyard of grape, grapes growing on the vine, it takes time, time to mature before they are picked and harvested, sweet and firm they are, ready for ferment then processed into a fine tasting wine, a hint of sweetness and scent of its flavor, good to taste.

The temperatures, the climate, the season, oh yes the season, how it has to be right for the growth of love to develop into a fine wine of a relationship that will continue to grow, and grow, and grow.'

So true .. love deserves to be nurtured, there's nothing more precious.