The Whore and the Sea Part 1
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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked my face
Alone by the sea, clouds, the moon and me
The easterly winds became stronger
Whipping up sand at my feet
The gentle sea, turned,
Becoming bold and loud as can be
It seemed the wind and the sea were holding
Each others embrace in tangos graceful dance
The sand began to whip my face
As the winds become stronger still
Before my eyes, the sand itself took shape
Slowly taking form before my trembling body
Appeared a beautiful woman wearing an angelic shawl
All in pure white, staring with a smile at the likes of me
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen
I thought to myself, this must be but a dream
I told her, you are a princess me lady, and bowed
She shyly looked back at me replying
“I am no such thing, I am unworthy, and unholy
I am dirty and un-pure
I am the whore of the sea”
I was shocked to hear these words pour forth
From such an innocent soft spoken mouth
How can this be? You look to be a Royal Queen
She answers; my looks deceive, as I have said
I am nothing but the whore of this sea”
Every sailor and fisherman who ever sailed these waters
Have had their wishes with me
I have done their biddings for 1000’s of years
I appear before you in shame
Seeking redemption
I walk the shores, tormented by my
Bodily sins
Have you a name me lady of the sea?
“I have none, simply a faceless whore”
Of course this must be a dream an illusion
How else does sand become such sad beauty?
I must be going crazy, hallucinating
Sleepwalking?
A cold wind, one huge gust
Across from the northern skies
Slapped me in the face
Ice cold clarity
This was real, she was real
Even the moment was unexplained
The shock of it, struck me
I stumbled backwards over driftwood
Bruised and lying in the sand
She ran to me
With such concern in her eyes
I saw then underneath her sadness
I felt her humility and compassion
She asked, young man?
Are you injured? Can I attend to you?
I told her I was fine, a mere slip
So to speak
Now the winds changed direction again
Westerly with utter fierceness tearing the sand
Whipped up and slashing my face
She simply gazed west
Another form appeared before us both
A sailor, a pirate, I was not sure at all
He looked menacing none the less
I asked now who the bloody heck are you?
He exclaimed
“I am a grand sailor of the seven seas
Why I have traveled east and west,
North and south
There is little I have not seen
Little I have not tasted
Forbidden fruits, and even as you see
Before your very eyes here
The whore of the seas standing before thee”
She shuddered and moved closer to me
As if for protection
Of what or how I had no idea
I was a mere pawn in this apparition
This dance of the universe
Beyond all my comprehension I was sure
The sailor in a softer soothing voice
Ah sorry me lady
I meant no offense as to that comment
My mouth doesn’t always flow with manners
The winds have brought me to your charms
Have no alarm
Like you, I wander the sea shores
1000’s of years in hell reliving past sorrows
I bow to you me lady
In despair for tales untold
She the whore of the seas
As she so called herself
A taken aback at his candid admissions
She was not all that sure, however
She even thought there was a tear in his eyes
Here I was, between the sands of time
Between two ghosts of ancient ways
Yet it was I who seemed invisible
As they parleyed back and forth
The pirate of hearts was on his knees
He begged with his eyes
That we all listen to his heart of hearts
And I swear to you
Theses are the words I heard
Lady, tiss true, I had my way with you
Those many long lost years ago
From that moment on, my heart was broken
I left, I traveled, I roamed, I bedded
There was no one as you
No heart as pure
No soul so white
No woman so wise
No human with your compassionate eyes
I longed for you, if only you knew
What would a whore want with me?
You, who could have any man
For gold silver or want
I could not cry
Nor admit my defeat
God forgive me the battles fought
To forget the look of you
Now here I was, alone on a wind swept shore
Listening to the confessions of sand
It dawned on me, we came from dust
And so shall we one day return
As this thought passed
The women of the sea spoke back
Continued next post
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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