On the Crest of a Wave
An ancient mariner on the sea, I am sailing for ages
on the rolling cobalt waves rising high and falling low.
In the darkest of nights when the tempest rages,
my boat pitches, and I toil to float, the journey is slow.
Up above my wasteland of life in the seamless sky,
the rainless clumps of cumulus cloud are hovering,
in my desert heart I feel your melting shadow fly,
make a sea in the profound depth of my yearning.
There I drown the dregs of my dispersed despair,
feel the fervent waves of joy roll for which I pine.
Your charming smile the dancing waves gleefully share,
my senses shimmer in the cadence of silver sunshine.
My dream sky suffuses your sparkling azure serenity,
sunburst colors paint panorama of passion in my dawn,
hues of my emotion spread on the visage of your beauty,
on the canvas of my ecstasy I see it mesmerizingly drawn.
The tempest of torment can’t tarnish the luster of your grace,
the pole star of your lure guides me on the course I crave.
In the amorous night the bearing to your moonlit shore I trace,
and find the fervor to sail with your love on the crest of a wave.
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