I found your face in the clouds over the Atlantic.
Rosy cheeks provided by a setting sun.
I heard your voice in the gusty wind,
Blowing through the English Channel.
Your heart throbbed in the distance,
As lightning struck in a brewing storm.
Your footsteps clogged across the deck
As the ship moaned in the surf.
I survived knowing the hallucinations
Would be replaced by your loving embrace
On firmer footing near the edge of a cliff.
I hoped to hear music in the air as
We sailed into port at King’s Dock.
I hoped to see you smiling and waving
At a sailor soggy and groggy from a
Fishing expedition that nearly took my life.
To my disappointment, our love wasn’t
Strong enough to withstand absence.
You found another suitor, a replacement
For a man that said he would return.
My heart forever broken,
My love never ending,
I still see your face in the clouds,
A reminder that beauty shines forever,
Yet love is delicate in nature.
Writer and photographer.