Nostalgia
Dothnie, where are you tonight, can you hear the waves
Breaking on the distant shores of my heart? Do you see
The rose sun wilting, while my bondaged spirit craves
The smile in your eyes silting like a salt and shallow sea?
O I left that land so long ago to bring back the golden fleece
Undaunted through winds, hail, and snow, I bent
Not to the strain of siren song, a voyage without feast
And after many years and long, still empty I relent
To find and know that true love is not a distant quest,
Nor a tale of mystery, it is the song ignored
Within the tumult of the fray, in the beating of the breast
The woman silent and reserved, unscored
Among the stars. O Dothnie, where the jasmines yield
Voluptuos odors to the night, when moon climbs o'er
The mountains and fields, do you from your window feel
The drums beating sweetly as before, as before?
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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