The moonlight shown upon the shore
where I saw my windswept sailor bow...
His cloak, it billowed in the windy night
as he gently knelt and kissed the ground.
His gaze, it fell upon my face
As he lift his weary head...
Would the whispers of my heart be heard?
Or would he heed the sea instead?
The voice that calls from midst the waves
Has entwined his very soul
My heart, it yearns, cries louder still
For my sailor to choose home.
The sea spews forth in gathering rage,
its embrace a foamy mist...
But my sailor does not turn his gaze
as a smile plays on his lips.
Unspoken words, their meaning clear
Connect across the sand,
As the moonlight on this stormy night
Reveals him lift his hand.
He slowly rises to his feet
And beckons 'cross the night
For now, his home is on this shore...
his safe harbor, his guiding light.
His eyes, they plead with me to wait
to endure the changing tides
To rise, to fall, to be the star
that silently, patiently guides.
My heart, it leaps within my chest
As a tear slides down my cheek...
For my soul, it cannot fathom still
what my sailor must go seek.
My sigh escapes into this night
as my heart conveys its whim...
His hold on me, its grip so strong...
is as the sea's on him.
by LMA 2/1/08
