Bravest with His Westbound Compass

Forever westbound be his compass,
its curves like metal strings,
yearning for his coast
with record deals like freedom’s wings.
His veins brim with Del Taco sauce,
hands stained silver from his spoon,
eyes brimming with remembrance
beneath a traitor’s moon.
Too many souls have tried his patience,
bled him dry of generous moves,
claimed love, eternal worship;
replacing dreams with broken truths.
Dreams have crumbled, been reborn,
redemolished, put on hold,
filed under ridicule
and boggled those he loved.
However founded or untouchable
they seem to those he loves,
fools shall we see ourselves
from forfeiting our own.
He is the strongest warrior,
bravest of those who dream.
He’s struggled, failed, and waited
to realize his greatest dream.
No matter where his road shall lead,
I follow with full heart,
as this bard I call my husband
has my love in swelling streams!

Bravest with His Westbound Compass

jadekrapsen

Brookings, United States

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Artist's Description

My husband was born in the land of Del Taco into a then-rich (silver spoon) Californian (westbound, coast) family and is an accomplished but underappreciated guitarist (metal strings, bard). I definitely enforced the idea of dreams in this poem, as demonstrated by my overuse of that word! :D I love my husband and I hope this latest poem about him still proves that!

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