Lost at Sea
I’m perched upon the sandy shore, fast anchored to the land
As I do gaze with one accord, through spyglass in my hand
Far out to sea I do espy, my one and sacred love
My Dearest One I’ll ne’er deny, my bonded lady love
Alone she sits and tears do fall, and reach her I cannot
Though hoarse my voice I call and call, she’s not within earshot
She’s suffered yet again a row, with one she trusted dear
And though she seeks out friend from foe, she can’t see that I’m near
She stands up in her rocky craft, to gain a better view
Her eyes search far both fore and aft, though sighting nothing new
If only she could see the compass, firmly in my grasp
But when I sought to offer it, her hand would not enclasp
She holds one of her own aloft, not knowing that it lies
And thinks my loyalty’s gone soft, though truth this does defy
Her looking glass is scratched and scored, and hides reality
More drifting she cannot afford, as she ebbs far from me
The oars are lost and rudders failed, her sail is shorn in two
And leaking water can’t be bailed, catastrophe is due
If only she would take a leap, of faith in me at last
She’d find I’ll never make her weep, I still am holding fast
No sooner would I her betray, than cut my very throat
But still she must take leap of faith, to cross the bitter moat
She must believe that north is south, and east has become west
And catch the line I toss to her, believing I know best
And if the choice she makes is true, the joy will be sublime
For faith in me is overdue, and now has come the time
