My eyes lookout at the nights sky. It’s colors changing from charcoal darkness to a petal pink dawn. The stillness of the whispers of the night murmur softly. Sails awash, as the waves are gently slicing through the serene water as the surf rushes in. Calm cerulean breakers with whitecaps will soon carry you to me.
All the things that passed unnoticed between us are unimportant to the pieces of our lives. They’re insignificant gathered dust at my feet. The yearning of more of what I never knew existed is wrenching at my heart with a longing desire. A simple kiss of affection never stirred my soul into response.
Now, your nonexistence is pulling me apart.
Thinking love was just a phrase never worthy of my mention. But the lingering remembrances of tender moments fill my mind today. The warm morning mist upon my face brings the tender feeling of your gentle stroke. I need you to return to me and hold me always near.
Who do you love? The sea or me.
Let me reveal that I love you.
I hope you can hear the whispers of my heart. Whatever winds will take us, as we go along our way. I know that we will find new enchantments each and every day.
In quiet moments, my thoughts begin to recall the memories of those days when you were home; here by my side. I linger tenderly on yesterday, a time that I had tucked away in places so unknown. I contemplate on what could have been-then scold myself for remembering.
A softly ticking mantle clock you loved to wind sits waiting; its’ hands still of time. A reminder of fervent memories of days before you went to sea and left behind a love you thought would never be. Pieces of daybreak interrupt the serenity of the surrounding air. Morning din slices through the spreading patterns of those waves. It’s just enough to swing and sway your ship homeward bound closer to the cove. I’ll have no fears of your return for now. We will be one.
Your ship is drifting closer. I watch the sails wafting in the calm breeze. Seeing your arrival seems like a delusion of a dream. I fear my awakening. The stillness begins to surround me with a serene tranquility.
The lighthouse is your guiding light for your voyage home. I’ve waited for you to come back with my eyes dark and sullen. My heartaches are leaden with sorrow and grief.
I couldn’t envision that you would come home to me once more. My heart is crying you will remember the caresses we had before. If you return, beloved, my spirit will never falter again. The distance and the vastness of our time apart was more than I could grasp. A life that would be shattered I cannot conceive of anymore. All the pain and heartache has torn my emotions in half. I hope you are remembering the love we had in the past. My arms are waiting eagerly for your return home.
2015©written by Isadora
February 12, 2015 at 12:40 am
Being apart. Being together. This is the inspiration of many a passionate artist. And you, Izzy, are a passionate artist! ❤
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February 21, 2015 at 7:06 pm
Yes, Lorna, I think that I am. I suppose artists need that in order to be creative. It’s what sitting the the steering wheel.
❤ hugs ❤
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February 11, 2015 at 11:39 am
❤
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February 21, 2015 at 7:07 pm
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February 11, 2015 at 8:43 am
I love this Issy, so romantic and perfect for this week. So many women wait longingly for their sailors to return. My son is a sailor and I feel for my daughter in law when he is away for months at a time.
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February 21, 2015 at 7:09 pm
Ahhh … the call of the sea. I’ve always wanted to write a story about the mermaids calling out with their haunting love songs. Too many story ideas and never enough time. 😄 😍
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February 10, 2015 at 7:53 pm
Lovely.
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February 21, 2015 at 7:10 pm
I’m pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you ..!!😊
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February 10, 2015 at 5:54 pm
This is a beautiful and ethereal piece of writing Isadora. I love the drama of the lost love…
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February 21, 2015 at 7:14 pm
I’m happy you found it to be beautiful and ethereal. Now, my work is done. 😄
I have so many ideas for a continuation and for other stories but where will I find the time. 😢
Perhaps, a secretary. LOL 😃
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