Sea Surrounds Me
When the moon push
the clouds away,
and the waves
glide upon the shore
like silver wings,
I’ll want your arms around me
sharing the mystery of the main,
the secret of its soul.
Wrapped around each others thoughts
roving over sand and rock,
searching with a single eye
together we shall find a place,
for our one heart this love creates
to dwell forever in His grace.
When the moon disappears
into morning,
and the sounds of the sea
are distant echoes
in our minds,
I’ll want your arms around me
sharing the mystery of His soul,
and dwell forever in this place.
Janet Leigh Dowd
2 comments:
Later, Janet posted this poem again, in a different spot on her marvelous site, and I responded:
Your love poems do sizzle, lady. I guess this poem has been posted elsewhere on this blog, because I it sounded familiar, and when I went to my blogsite, I found I had already posted it with a lovely pic. There is a kind of euphoria that you elicit here/and the waves/glide upon the shore/like silver wings/…so languid and warm, so romantic yet almost existential, making the moonlight, that cold silver cast on things, into something loving and warm–no mean feat. I love the reference that a man and a woman complete the cyle of life, that solo they are incomplete; something so many singles disregard, and wonder about their own inner sadness–/I’ll want your arms around me/sharing the mystery of the main/the secret of the soul/ Nicely put, getting the metaphysical heavyweight message mingled into the sweetness of the moment; as if you and your lover have a Zen experience, becoming the waves, morphing spiritually with the sea, becoming the waves/wrapped around each other’s thoughts/roving over sand and rock/ and then letting us know that you, together, are one complete organism…./searching with a single eye/together we shall find a place/for our one heart this love creates/ and then you put the icing on the poetic pastry/to dwell forever in His grace.
And then comes the morning/when the moon disappears/into morning/ and you two have truly, for one shining moment, become one, and the din of the sea, of the waves/are distant echoes/in our minds. You cannot, nor should you, separate your spiritual message from your emotional message. Love seems to transcend the two, mingle the two, elevating you to a special plane.
Nice poem, dear, and it makes me joyful that in a few days, Melva and I are off for the ocean to spend two days and nights by the waves and the moon.
Glenn
***Transfered from POETMEISTER:
Janet wrote:
Glenn, you are a master at critiques & reviews; always catching the crux and true spirit of my work. Almost like you have a little alcove, a little nook, in a special room in my heart. It’s uncanny, really. Thank you so much for all the kind words you write about my work. I just wish your natural, masterful ability for the right words would rub off on me so I can do a more in-depth review in return, and for other’s works. But then, I might risk robbing you of your specialness, steal your thunder, dilute your expertise in the eyes & hearts of my audience, of which I won’t have any part in.. ;) I’d rather see your light burn strong.
May you and your lovely Melba have a wonderful time enjoying the sea surround you with its mystery and awesome beauty…:) Enjoy!
Janet
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