Oceans of Time

This is the third poem that I've shared to celebrate National Poetry Month.  I hope you find some value in it.

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Swaying to the cadence

of uncharted waters

the ship takes me from my love,

left behind,

smiling,

                        waving,

But sorrow mounts

    on shore.

              Love,

                    realized,

        but not satisfied to the end of time.

Had I known Charron

    captained the ship

Had I known

   my true destination,

Had I understood

     the paralyzing

                heartache back home,

Would have I

left sweet love's

embrace

 Would have I

sought confrontation,

to do what is right,

and feel the icy blade

cause warmth

flow over my

hand-clenched chest?

I pine for the joy,

the happiness, the warmth,

the enveloping love

lost behind.

Not able to

comfort

         you,

overwhelmed by my

own demise,

lest it also become

yours,

The ferryman takes me

from my love,

in unexpected ways,

And passing,

leaves my heart,

leaves my soul,

cold,

heavy,

with despair,

yet besmirching death,

Enlightenment

brings

warmth,

knowing that over

oceans of time

We will find one another

once again

as the rhythm

of our souls

are One.

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If you have written your own poetry, if you are inspired by a particular poem, or if this post has generated some thoughts of your own, please share in the comments. I would appreciate hearing about them.