This poem begins with the image above and ends with the image found here Return to Me II
Return to Me
By Miles A Moody
The dead of night, many she has endured,
Alone in their bed, a dreamless sleep;
Night shirt drenched in sweat of tears,
And a new bride’s searing red-rimmed eyes.
The fate of a seaman’s wife rejected,
Their warnings fall on unhearing ears.
It’s a fractured peace of dire necessity;
This life they’ve accepted, a moldering cross!
Her tortured love ends with him,
To drown in the tides of his departure;
Despising the rolling seas that nurse him;
She shares him, bargaining to see his return.
But she is the touch, the kiss of his first love,
The sea walks the earth in flesh in her.
Numinous waves whispered to him a promise,
This day she’ll come to understand.
A hasty mooring, lines go untended;
Gathering her into his arms retreating;
His affection will sail the freedom winds,
An unfettered love sings in his embrace.
A heart so full of the open sea,
Where seaman, and deck and writhing waters,
Move as one, breathe as one,
She and he cry out as one!
The waters move in her as well,
Answering the wind, the tides, the rain.
Memories flood a woman’s heart -
A child’s soul birthed upon the beach.
Sandcastle architect, starfish collector,
She loved as truly as she breathed,
And swan in the arms of her first mother,
The ocean daughter at last returned.
Falling quietly into fathomless depths,
The burden sinks out of sight;
His arms, her arms now stretch the vast expanse;
Her heart is with him soaring upon the face of the sea.
©2012 Miles A Moody. All Rights Reserved. This written and photographic work may not be reproduced in any form without written permission of copyright holder.
Nikon D90, 40 mm, F/22, Gitzo tripod, Bogen head: This is an HDR2 processed image from three shots taken at 0, +2, and -2 EV. These late evening exposures are processed in photoshop CS5 to appear as though taken at night. Holden Beach Island, Intercoastal Waterway, North Carolina, USA