The
Beauty of the Sea
I
went up to the village pub
as
I was hoping she was there.
A
cloud had dimmed the moonlit road,
I
felt the sea breeze in the air.
When
peering through the backyard window
I
spotted her among those men
who’d
closely gathered round my queen
inside
'The Ali Baba’s
Den'.
Dejected
and alone I walked
along
the phosphorescent sea,
imagining
her by my side,
pretending
she belonged to me.
When
climbing up the sandy dunes
a
splendid, unexpected sight
appeared
before my very eyes:
a
vessel in the lunar light.
It
was 'The Beauty of the Sea'
that
lay at anchor in the bay.
I
wished to be aboard that ship
the
day when she would sail away.
That
very year at autumn time,
when
stormy weather swept the sea,
a
ship had sunk with all her men:
her name had meant a lot to me.
* * *
(January 1996)
From Apprecihated World
ISBN 3-00-002184-1
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rights reserved.