This journey fraught of desperate dreams

This journey fraught of desperate dreams

 

Within the grip of swelling grays

the Southern Cross astern now shines

Ever close of darkened bays,

adrift of lost and endless times

 

Sails now hoist, direction’s wind,

I hear the angry waves a’ crash

Spume does touch my worried skin,

tempest waters come to lash

 

This journey fraught of desperate dreams,

to reach the one that I adore

Of echoed voices calling me

and compass points of distant shore

 

Fear shall not my face to run,

to fight this wrathful storm, I will

Hoping for the morning sun

with calmer seas so ever still

 

When dawn, I pray on bleeding knees

does find your arms about my chest

With kisses sweet of anchored pleas,

to whisper I have met my quest

 

And found my love for once and all

by harbor light and North Star way

Your heart, my destined my port-o-call,

never more to sail away

 

~

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[The_Ancient_Rock]

When dawn, I pray on bleeding knees

does find your arms about my chest

With kisses sweet of anchored pleas,

to whisper I have met my quest



And found my love for once and all

by harbor light and North Star way

Your heart, my destined my port-o-call,

never more to sail away

See... you too talk about dawn... lol

Better not be my Dawn! LMAO

Just kidding with you friend,

Awesome poetry... I love it...

Every bit of it! You truly are never a waste of time...

Soldier on friend! Soldier on!!!

;)

[willweb]

No, I think this dawn is the actual early morning before the sunrise. : ) Thanks so much.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

lol

You are most welcome!

;)

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I like the seafaring sailor terms you've employed to express your wonderful muse wow! Kudos for this superb poem in great form.

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

[willweb]

Thank you...

[John the Baptist]

Not sure if we have a standard love poem here or a metaphor for the mythical hero's journey. The speaker is beset by the elements on a stormy sea. The angry waters are a constant danger to his small craft, but the thought of reaching the arms of the beloved fortifies him. At poem's end we do not know for sure whether his quest will be successful, but his faith hints toward the affirmative. Good luck to him.

[willweb]

Thanks so much John. I appreciate your visit