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Beyond Two Souls

 

 

Lost and Drifting intime

The captain gives me the hourglass a turn

It’s been months that the ship has wandered waves;

Each dip is followed by a swelling rise

Each day becomes another journal page

“Another day lost at sea” is how the book tends to flow.

 

The crew dreams at night, the distant memories to flow.

They’re brought back to a better time

A lover’s kiss or a golden page

Their heads filled with absolute no remorse

But once the morning lights rise

Theri joy is beneath the rush of the waves

 

 

Such was my life without you. But your love brought waves

Of joy and that sent sorrows onto the mix

Out and away, I let my aspirations rise from yours

And cherished each sweet second of time

we had together. This was our turn

To be happy. Your love was the pen and my heart was the page

 

And so the ink dripped and blotted the journals crimping page

The crew cried” Land ahead” and beyond the silenting hush of the shores

The sight of golden shore made each eye’s sparkle to grow brighter

Skyward, upwards, they shone

Brighter than the graceful gates of heaven

Ahead the sound of free seagulls soaring rise

 

 

Now home for years, each day he would rise

And look anew one of his journal’s lats unfinished page

Only a dreary memory of hopeless time

Nothing more, nothing less

time would definitely take its toll

But no one is so forsaken that their fortune cannot turn

 

 

And so I bless the day we met, for it makes the turn

Of my sadness to joy. My spirits rise

With passions that flow

From my heart onto this page.

You rescued me from being pulled about miersy’s waves

May our love that save me outlast even time

In life’s great book, we turn together each golden poage.

Side by side, we rise above the mountains; together we dive beneath the waves.

Our ship may flow from where it will but my heart will be forever yours for all of time.

 

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This is a sestina poem, inspired by a love letter that I read in a book.  I chose to do this style of poetry called a Sestina poem which is a type of poetry consisting of six stanzas of six lines. The end words of the first stanza are repeated in a different order as end words in each of the subsequent five stanzas. I chose this type of poetry because it spoke to me and followed the theme of my poem the way I wanted it to.  It was also the easiest for me to get the point across which I was trying to make by doing this style.

 

 

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