Missive To Shore
Somewhere in my forest the wind shakes the trees
And love come down the mountains perfumed with breeze
Somewhere in my forest a bright bud breaks at dawn
And love's nimble eyes stag the shivering silver fawn
But here day and night the wet water stays warm, too
Still for ships to sail, too still for dreams, this fresh brew
Of adversity, this invisible shackle of the will, here alone
A man of talent may sit and slowly turn to simple stone.
While in this doldrums where the thick clouds scud the sky
And the lamps of heaven this dark soot their light deny
Nothing against my heart's dream can prevail, I imagine
That what I believe I can achieve, so I await my wind.
My sail is up and ready to go, the far forest calls me home
Diamonds that sparkle on the sea proved only to be foam
O let me come the mountains foot, and there let me wait
Dawn comes there like happy hibiscus through the gate.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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