The Sea Waits Patiently For Me
One day I stood on Spanish Hill and watched
The tall white sails of ancient ships come in
With tranquil wind on emerald sea what tales
They brought from distant shores for me?
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Like ghosts they moved toward the gulf and
Stood a while as if inviting me to come aboard?
My soul has longed for such as this; to sail away
Into the mystery of the distant bay beyond;
.
To part the lips of waves that swell and pull!
As golden shores and endless skies unfurl
Still I wait, and hold that dream for days unseen
Holding no season or no number I can glean
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But, when the moment comes for me to flee
No hesitation shall be looked upon by me
On Spanish Hill I bide my time and keep suppressed
My hungering soul for just a little while
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this is a good poem like this one
How calm this work...most pleasing. I leave this poem contented. Thank you.
a most honouring comment, Coldwater, in appreciation for your kindness