Poet & Writing Community Poet Community
About Publish FAQ's Bookstore Free Poetry Contest
MoonTownCafe Home for Poets


Advanced Search
MoonTownCafe Home My Cafe Write Poems, Stories, and more Publish your Poems, Stories and Book My Friends on this Site Log-in
  Poetry & Writing ForumsFree Poetry ContestJournal

Free Love Poems \

Led to the Sea

Led to the Sea
By Amergin2 on 07/21/2009
Viewed: 389
Reviews: 2
memories of solid ground invade my dreams, juxtaposed around your face, I wake to the smell of salt and my own sweat...

the sun has not yet risen fully, mist floats like memories of a bad dream that you can''t quite shake off, the coffee tastes of fish and ground sand, I recall your wet lips as they pursued my forehead, I intercepted them halfway; those green eyes of yours shot up like grasshoppers, and closed just as quickly...

the sun lifts the fog like a veil, penetrating with beams of scarlet and lighting up the hotel stairs… we’ll be leaving when the sun gets half way to noon, the captain always sleeps late on Mondays…

my mind is as lucid as the sea this morning, my body a home for gnats, I speak the language of fish, and converse daily with gulls…

I can see clearly the wind, as it pulls back your hair just so, behind those perfect ears of curved skin, crafted by the same being who crafted the stars, as they stare down at us and pass judgment…

Are you still watering the shoreline with your tears? Twinkling on dark soil, as the ferry’s horn split the early morning silence, calling forth that cursed sun and it’s cursed representation of time and hours long unspent, I can no longer tell the difference between those tears and the sea, so alike in make and circumstance…

Clouds darken with the promise of rain and rough sailing, I fall into the routine of getting the ship ready to leave, called you on the phone earlier saying we might swing by Essex on the way back, wondering if you wanted to come away with me, we could traverse the sea as we traversed the road, like two albatrosses unwilling or unable to stop, or we could be like messenger pigeons with a destination in mind, I know a place on the hill where exotic animal’s live in peace with man, and lovers can hide among old houses and get lost in each other…

"tonight I can write the saddest lines..." Pablo Neruda

© By Amergin2 On 7/21/2009 11:41:19 PM
Read User Reviews
Write Review
Report Poem

Add To Friend

Send To Friend

The Best Online Poem and Writing Community for all
Forgot Username?

Forgot Password?
Not a member?
Sign up for free!

Premium Membership


  Enter your email:
  Site Stats     Online members:0      Online guests:67      Total Users:23896      Total Poems:62985
© 2000-2016 MoonTownCafe.com. All rights reserved. LinksLink to UsPoet LinksContactPrivacy