Come Live With Me and Be My Love

Come live with me and be my love,

We'll lay and watch the skies above.

I'll take you out upon the sea,

And show you what it means to me.

The wind will be calm yet lightly blowing,

The cabin's warm with oil's glowing.

Just think of us upon this ocean,

Sipping tea as a soothing potion.

I'll climb up high into the rig above,

To share the starry night with you, my love.

The sails will be full with autumn's breeze,

Our bow dipping gracefully into the glowing seas.

And as we dig into my coffers' deep,

You shall behold the things that make women weep.

Bottles of wine from the finest vineyards,

And wool from only the most renowned spinners.

These things and more can be fully your own,

But mostly the beauty that the sea has shown.

The most graceful porpoises will be swimming by,

As the sea birds sing with their siren-like cry.

Precious few have answered our ocean's calling,

Shouting out with eyes bright and bawling.

So take this proposal and fly like the dove,

To come with me and be my love.

-Christopher Sousa

A Mariners Reverie

His narrow physique silhouetted the golden eventide

This young seafarer has embarked upon a solo quest

A need to fulfill a vision and be one with

Neptune and all he and the Sirens have to give.

Sea and stars were all the mattered

The seducing lure that few will ever follow.

This endeavor had been the culmination of a journey,

Unforgotten buoyant remembrances yearned for.

A young boy, who every summer held the tiller so proudly,

Now beginning his own voyage to distant shores.

Day began itself with a crispness,

Replaced with a glowing warmth,

Tranquil tropical breezes billowed sails as course was steered

The horizon now completely filled by vast cerulean waters

Sparkling crystals mirrored by the azure from above.

He listens to Poseidon�s familiar song

Of wind whistling through her mast

And of pristine turquoise waters

Rushing from bow to stern

As she slips peacefully through crested whitecaps

And perfectly steady on her starboard heel.

She is now securely anchored in that silent tropical cove,

The day�s events eternally etched into his journal.

Rhythmic lapping ripples roll upon her hull

Creating a hypnotic tranquility.

Tides of sleep are now upon him

Dreaming of another journey when the morrow wakes.

-Joyce Sousa