Upon the sea
In midnight quiet
As many nights before
I search the horizon
Trying to capture
A glimpse of you
Through the waves
The vast emptiness
Reminding me of my
Soul without you
Crying pleas of agony spent
I call upon the King of this angry sea
To look for you
Crying for you
To be returned to me
So I will not have to search anymore
In this angry sea that took
You from me so long ago
Now my days are past
I reach for your embrace
Feeling the wet emptiness
Of this raging sea
Calling Neptune the king of the sea
My pleas be heard
My message sent
Come forth from the depth of your lair
Bring my lost love back to me
I beg of you this is my plea
His answer comes from the deep
Bellowing like the angry sea
Dolphins encircling him as he rises
Spraying mist swirling high above his head
Shooting fi re from his trident
Lighting and thunder light the midnight sky
In his supreme voice he speaks unto me
You have searched for her long enough
I cannot bring her to you
She seeks you as you seek her
So waste no more time
Come to me and join her
Forevermore
Throughout the sorrow of this poem, I feel the certain emptiness that for some reason
is inevitable distater; that this love is not coming back, because of the beginning of the poem,
In midnight quiet
As many nights before
...as if (she) were waiting through silent tears for him, not his return but their beginning,
to know her heart, love is a matter to be taken most to heart and soul,
but the waves seem to have called out such things so many times before, as if there is no light in the ocean at midnight but the gleaming of the moon, streaking down upon it, where he calls her through his sorrow, matching hers...
wow! This is such an interesting way to write of the subject of love and unrequited love and back again,
with the perspective of a voice being the ocean, the part of the cosmos most compelling, in tune with sky.
I hope that somewhere in between, they finally meet.
Deep and crashing like the sea... This one has an elegance to it, Lasla...a classiness. A write of tragic love lost betweeen the waves. I could easliy see this made into a movie.
I concur with the others; images are quite breathtaking, particularly your amazing description of Neptune.
Adjectives and verb choice are carefully selected to enhance tragic appeal.
I agree you do use great imagery in this piece. Very sad, but extremely beautifully written. The scope of depth interwoven with your imagery was just fantastic.
First, I'm a lover of poetry that incorporates the "sea" or "water"...as can be seen by my own list of poetry...LOL...so that's the first thing that I liked about this piece. You use great imagery when it comes to the ocean as well as the feeling of love and loss. This was tragic and beautiful...nicely done.
Throughout the sorrow of this poem, I feel the certain emptiness that for some reason
is inevitable distater; that this love is not coming back, because of the beginning of the poem,
In midnight quiet
As many nights before
...as if (she) were waiting through silent tears for him, not his return but their beginning,
to know her heart, love is a matter to be taken most to heart and soul,
but the waves seem to have called out such things so many times before, as if there is no light in the ocean at midnight but the gleaming of the moon, streaking down upon it, where he calls her through his sorrow, matching hers...
wow! This is such an interesting way to write of the subject of love and unrequited love and back again,
with the perspective of a voice being the ocean, the part of the cosmos most compelling, in tune with sky.
I hope that somewhere in between, they finally meet.
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