Woman Of The Sea
WOMAN OF THE SEA
Sail on then, my lady, whatever befall you
Bent but unbroken, unbowed by the squall
Weatherbeaten cheeks, chiselled and carved
By years of wild wind and waters spent defining
Your signature inner diamonds set shining in
Spangles of teardrops and sparkling laughter
Sail on then, till that far harbour find you
Enfold you in its loving arms once again
No more call to brave the callous blast
Home the weary traveller, home at last
Posted on December 4, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged Beauty, Courage, Pain, Sailing, Strength, Struggle, Travelling. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Oh another favorite!
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No idea where *that* one came from. 😉 Glad you like it so much, anyway.
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Hauntingly familiar… There have been times when I felt like an epitaph like this would have been appropriate for me… Fortunately, now is not one of those times! 🙂
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I am touched that you could identify identify so strongly with this. As least you can view it without being swept away by past consideration and memories. 🙂
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wow this is marvelous! the rhythm is so good and it just flows oh so well…great feelings.
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I think I am not really surprised that you in particular might like it.
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Sometimes you outdo yourself, Ben Naga, and this is one of those times. This, as Bella, says, sings. The most beautiful woman in the world has lived, and you celebrate the weathering in that living in this, and I tip my hat to you.
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Thank you, Thomas. I corrected “hate” to “hat”, as I presumed it was a typo; if not, let me know and I’ll reinstate it. Maybe you were having a moment of envy, but that seemed so out of character. 🙂
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