The Song Of The Sea

Stood he resolute, strong - amidst the swaying palm,

Arms outstretched, awaiting my fierce rush,

My destiny, my love - ever unquestioning, ever calm.

Longing so deep, yet tranquil in his crush,

Filled I his core - safe, nestled in his arm,

His parting touch, lingering in the heavenly crimson blush.

And now stands he, in icy glare and of stony heart,

Love lost, trust shattered, in the tumult of time,

Hesitation, not gay abandon, as we drift apart.

Clutched I the wet sands, O' dreadful loss I pine,

Unknowing, why mercilessly the bonds does he dispart,

A vain search, for days of yore and memories divine.

Teary vision, fettered reason - it did never occur,

He remained unmoved, my tides washed me afar.

EPILOGUE

Nature speaks to us in many ways, if we care to listen. In September 2008, while touring the Hebrides in Scotland with friend and family, we had stopped at a desolate beautiful coastal formation. The mesmerizing landscape under the setting sun was a sight to behold. Even more overpowering was the sight of the mighty Atlantic crashing into the massive cliffs. As I stood and watched that windy evening, nature spoke to me. It was however not the song of the sea. What I heard instead was the heart rending cry of the cliff.

This, an amateur’s first sonnet, is my humble attempt to portray the deep feelings that arose within me – that autumn evening, many years ago.