The Casting of the Rope

The casting of the rope imbues me with the power to sail away, It seems like such a final thing though I know I’ll return some day. My love I leave behind, for he wouldn’t sail the deep blue sea. His love of home and books, was greater than the love held for me. I wish I could have stayed, but the sea my heart does truly call. Waves, wind, and motion, will always hold me in their thrall. The horizon beckons my name, with every waiting port of call. While his nose is in his books, I will truly experience it all. I will view the sites as only, living it can bring, I will hear the sounds and smell the smells; life brings into being. I will know the language of the dolphins and the power of the sea, I will feel the mighty wind and the salt spray, as they come to me. In each port I will savor the flavor of their foods, as I would savor him. So why, oh why, will my true love not consent to be with me, in truth? I laid my heart at his feet and bared all my soul as it is... But in the end, He cast the ropes and my yearning heart free, he would not unbend. So there he lingers in his home, while my heart and home are upon the sea. Why, oh why, would my true love… not consent to come with me? Written 7-10-2011 Not Rewritten.