The Bay

 

The Bay

 

The ruby dusk falls,

and the horned moon sleeps no more 

and there I stand upon the ocean shore,

pondering and wondering before you

and amid this infinite bane of silence

the foamy waves of the seas sing your name

and the sighs of the wind whisper it.

 

I have so many dreams within dreams

Many as the golden sands next to the seas,

And the crystals of my soul brim

like the first stars that shimmer in the night,

and the heavy drops of this storm

dissolve in that deep ocean of melancholy.

 

If throw this bud to the sea

Will the tides be compassionate

and carry it toward your dwelling?  

Will I ever be the sire

of your dreams and your desires? 

Oh! You my fair siren

still in my eyes a maiden,

dark-haired as the night

that embraces the eventide of my dreary days.

 

Here I find myself on the shining bay,

On the edge that divides our entwined fates

Waiting and longing in each growing day

for the graze of that livid skin,

light  as the lustrous moon kindle beam

That seems smooth as the rose-red fingers of dawn

and to kiss those lips of heart color of ardent blaze

like the bloomy day of the sunrise in the seas

that girds in the middle of the earth.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I really like this one...it paints a wonderful picture for me :)

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Very beautiful... Great flow.... Great imagery! great job!!!

[OilsandSyntax]

Ahhh...any woman would melt at having her praises sang in such a way. This is beautiful. Thanks you for sharing this with us. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work now.

Just a little thing...in the third stanza...I think you meant to say "Will I ever be THE sire of your dreams and desires"

Seriously though, I love this. Very romantic.