Sing a Song of the Sea
At my first sight of him,
I saw such a benevolence,
the Cuban youth with mocha skin
and bright root beer-brown eyes,
he only loved me,
I, a frivolous woman.
He was nineteen, I was twenty-two,
his steadfast devotion of heart,
my UK heritage fire.
How I wish I could send him a message
through the timelessness of poetry,
breathed into his dreams by an angel,
to say, when I think of us forty-three
years ago,
I sing a song of the sea.
We were U.S. Navy recruits in the
challenges of boot camp.
He thought my plain looks were
beauteous,
he, so serene and gentlemanly,
what a man should be.
He gave me an engagement ring,
when we graduated that hot
Orlando, Florida day,
the loving man too good for me,
how I hurt his truest of cherish,
he only loved me,
the woman of a thousand fragments.
Not long after he went out to the
vasty romantic sea,
I wrote him ending our engagement,
I never saw him again.
The years a flash of decades,
that brought my sorrow in tidal waves.
When I set sail in my elder's nocturnal
sleeping sojourns,
I think of him as my memories soar
as if an oceanic bird,
and awake-
to sing a song of the sea. ~
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2023
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