Harbor Bound
Patiently waiting, she bobs her space;
rocking, creaking and groaning in place.
Beneath her barnacled hull so wide,
lies an anchor of steel that resists the strong tide.
Each day under gulls fluttering wings,
she longs to hear the sounds of her dreams;
The creak of the board, the flap of the sail;
the incantation of the fishmonger's wail.
He'll pull up her anchor, untether the dock.
She was made to float free not to bump against rock.
Together at last he'll sail her away:
to lands yet uncharted, to love that will stay.
I Still See You
I still see you:
in childish fancies found anew,
in ardent embraces
and in stranger's faces:
in their loving eyes that lie,
blind with passion and eager to deny.
I see you in the words of a song
telling of love that went wrong,
in laughter and fun,
and in lives come undone.
in the joy of the few
I will always see you.
© Joanne Elaine Denton
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