Her words were like honey on a fingertip

She painted them on walls just to watch them drip

Down the halls beneath the waterfalls is where they would slip

Then sailors would spread them from ship to ship.

I would recite her words but no land-lover stopped and heard

They floated to the sky and were eaten by birds

Taken to their nests where they would finally find rest

I tried my best but what I did would just turn into a mess.

Come sail with me

Behold secrets from the seas

You won’t be able to touch me

But there I’ll be

Wandering. . . . . .

Her beauty was in her eyes

She could see my soul

Blue to green

Green to blue

Hip to hip.

Come walk with me

Hold my hand

So if you should slip

I could carry back to my ship.

My words she couldn’t understand

Too much of the old man

Embellished in my bones

Yet, I couldn’t leave her alone.

Night after night

I drove her insane

Still, she remained

And I, the same.

Her body like honey to an old bear

Sometimes, I couldn’t help but stare

Her beauty like a sunset that wouldn’t turn dark

Spreading bread crumbs to swans in the park

Taken to their nests where they would finally find rest

One of these days, she’ll see my best.

DWB ©2009