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Fighting the Storm

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Thoughts of you race through my mind,
     causing emotional waves.
I ride the swells of lonely kind,
and search the shore for caves.
But tossed about my thoughts do tumble,
     and cling to the raft I must.

For images, voices, whispers and mumble
     do I for your bedroom lust.
A sea bird flies to the north I think,
     towards a far off rocky spire.
With broken paddle I must not sink,
     so steer on with heart a fire.
The sun would flare yet clouds do block
     the torturous, maddening ray.
Instead from above the rain doth mock,
     soaking me as well as the bay.

But for love, I move.

My mind is numb from wind and thought,
     for you do wait ashore.
I fight the seas to be uncaught,
     and struggle for the door.
The ship- my vessel- bodes not well,
     for it has taken the abuse.
And try as I do to ring her bell,
     the listing becomes obtuse.
To add to the folly, the wind roars back,
     carrying the sound of your words.
I fight the tears, the mental attack,
     and cringe at the laughing birds.
They fear not the storm, and fly from here
     on the air that keeps us apart.
I follow their flight and my eyes do leer,
     cursing them with all my heart.

But for love, I move.

The engine is down and so is the sail,
     I am caught with the fickle drift.
Tiredly I grab a bucket and bail,
     yet my heart begins to lift.
The boat is nearing my destine berth,
     and you upon the dock.
But must I move heaven and earth
     to touch your flaxen lock?

My mind is spinning on the chancy swim,
     when you do enter the bay.
I could clearly see your sudden whim,
     yet stood frozen in the darkened day.
Choking back a yell I cut the air
     with my own defying dive.
We close the space, to close to care,
     near death can bring one alive!
No cold, no rain- just your touch,
     that's all I could focus upon.
No movement, no action- could be too much,
     and we kissed that early dawn.
We rose and fell within that lair,
     the storm- we would not part.
It blew on over and left us there,
     two lovers with a life to start.

     But for me, my love moved.

I carry ashore a sea soaked maid,
     for whom luck has blown a kiss.
And together on the beach we laid,
     knowing eternal bliss.