Spindles and Seas
Spindle spindle
spin for me
bring yesterday back
and my love from the sea
Stars shining, stars bright
bring me back her lovely sight
dried from seafoam, alive and well
bring her back from her watery hell
O' winds, howling winds!
Spare me my loveless night
Speed her soul through fire and cloud
fill her eyes with life, love, and light
Vain, pitiful, woeful spirits nigh!
tuck back your jealous greed
forget her love for you, toss it aside
give back to me my one and only need
Turbulent waters, sleep and do part
sleep an endless dream
give back my love for her unbeating heart
before the jealous moon sheds its hateful gleam
I beseech thee, o' callous gods
cast down your fires and your lightning rods
beat the shore with rageful fist
but in the end give to me my dying wish
To see her again, o' wondrous sight
a seraphim so pale, so blissful so sweet
I pray ye gods, bring her on wings swift, wings fleet
let us have our love for one last night
I would give my heart, my wretched soul
all to see her again, this solitary goal
an angel in Heaven now, a woman no more
alone I'm left to speak of her in poem and lore
Not a devil in heaven nor a ghost in hell
could ever turn her free
to look into her eyes is madness divine
and alone I'm left by the sea
My tears turn dry and turn to salt
my heart has died, my future rought
how wronged was I, played for the fool
I was only a pawn, a piece, a tool
Her name is His now, belonging to God
while she turns away and he grins and nods
away into the heavens out of sight and mind
only a vagary of memory left for me behind
Wings fallen, halo shattered
her life crudely splattered
my life, our life, torn asunder
she is dead, was it ever any wonder
O' gods of merciful death
why not me instead cold without a breath
why not me i plea, why not me!
why not me alone at the bottom of the sea!
Hear me now, o' begotten fiends
this is not how it should end
me alone and forgotten
alone without my lifelong friend
O' how my rage will bubble and boil
the seas will burn and torch this soil
my wrath will topple even the sky
Heaven will burn and angels cry
My love will come back to me then
when love becomes infernal sin
when this Man raises fist
he'll take back his love he has sorely missed
And o' will the seas bleed red
with love so scorned and love still dead
No devil nor god could stay this hand
until this sea leaves this shoreline sand
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006
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