Love in Ten

In a place that tells the tales of time by tides and windswept coast, I lie.
And when the moon peeks out of rushing clouds, I wept for that found and unfound
No place that time has left such mark, a stasis of my heart,

Without record beyond the scorns I find the deep silence in the night
All stays silent now awaiting the birth of the new day: renewed in pleasant
light as sky renews the heart and mind in a quiet time, renewed again.

That the words I heard, of sparking drops of glistening stream,
Renewed as in my passing dream, as the final snows melt away.
No love is pure if heart is not the same
That passion fleets as memory wanes.

And soon the spring brings life anew in the new spring, and it rains.
Without a pure heart I still cry in vain
As what is long distant calls again
A thought or hope persists that keeps me from my rod or house of sticks.

Voices that call of long past times but still the heart of mine
Alone, in the dark I pray of the joy of past times.
Your heart held in my heart.

No place, no shadow will be without your innocent smile
And pleasant questions all awhile
I think of the duties that call
That I must say goodbye after all.
A prisoner in love I remain.

Bonded friends in all the worlds games.
But I have been a master there, and you a student, as the crocus in flower.
When I return cannot be said
Each night I stay awake, looking at the sea.

My pier where coins are tossed means but naught
But to you and to me.

In strangers arms we have tried to hide
But it remains the always lie
That time itself will wait.

Until we are together at the appointed time.
No love to replace the pain, only the sea
Coast east or west, cold or warm
Time itself waits for the storm. Forever.





Then all will be right again
Sea foam treasures and empty shells lifeless on our place of beach,
Then we stand together alone
Along the places that only true love reaches