Emerging
Courageous online Magazine - Poetry
The
Sea's Bride by Carol Barton
The
crystal mountain stream
Flowed
frivolously downhill;
Gurgling
over boulders,
Its
destiny to fulfill.
Emerald
carpet along the bank;
An
early present from spring;
Enhanced
resplendent shades
In
myriads of clusters and rings.
Oh,
such tranquil beauty,
Nothing
to equal or surpass!
Wrapped
in the arms of my love,
Lying
on the cool, plush grass.
My
rapture was suddenly broken;
I
awakened with the memory kept
Of
the place where I last saw you,
In
dreams while I had slept.
Desperately
I reached out for you;
Grasping
at the fading dream.
Remembering,
I cannot lose you!
Hearing
my own voice scream.
I
felt the hot tears come
Which
make my eyelids swell,
Hurting
me more to hold them back
When
behind my eyes they dwell.
My
blind eyes sought repose
To
return to the rapture of my
Yet
the useless tears cried on
To
a whimper and outright weep.
My
love, I cannot forget;
My
betroth, my life's breath!
Now
you lie cold in the ground,
A
casualty of war and death.
Oh,
do not weep these tears,
Salty
like the sea's spray;
For
weepers become brides of the sea
In
a drowning sort of way.
Carol Barton - [email protected]
http://www.geocities.com/carolskitchen325/
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