An Overseas Waltz...

Entangled hawsers,

moments lost

that will never come afloat.

And truth be told,

'tis a dangerous sea we sail upon,

one that returns wreckage and treasure—

even those best left lost.

“A woman aboard is bad luck”:

but it is a wind, this whisper you breathe,

leading me to strange islands

where I die and come back to life.

A long night later,

I am reborn from the hangover of your kisses;

but salted lips burn,

and there is no spring to quench my thirst.

I care not if the last surviving stars

salute a perfect dawn;

the sun rises to seal

my painfully slow surrender...

Dead calm terrifies me,

and you know it.

So if you love me true,

sweep me away like a wave;

for your smile is about the only thing

that gets this ship rolling.

Remember: no matter how long and perilous

this journey of ours may be,

ages shall pass, serene

on the notes of an overseas waltz.

by Jason R. Forbus