Sorrow to Joy
I am restless with waiting
a warm teasing spring wind becomes
an angry, tormenting storm out here
on the edge of the ocean straining
to see through the fog
praying for a sight,
a promise heading towards this lonely port.
I walk the widow's walk staring out
over the waves and winds
wrapped in heavy wool and scarves
I cannot stop my watching til night
and the world has fallen dark with sleep.
I imagine out there in the distance
on some warmer waters, you lull
in a hammock or hang from a sail
listening to the water and the gulls
dreaming of more familiar climes
and your home port right here.
The wind keeps me indoors as it whips
hard cold rain against every pane
the storm is worst than promised
delivering gales of screaming wind howls
and fears of dangerous wrecks so near
so near to home.
I will not stop pressing mt face
on the glass nor pressing
my knees in prayer for love
has found and will not abandon
will not break this tender heart
love will not, cannot turn and sail away
love is always returning, turning home
with the breezes of laughter and joy
sending you swiftly home.