Swim off happier shores,
I see no words for you to starve
with agonising emotions held,
I am the prisoner you do not know,
condemned by fortunes
less than the soul I gave you,
and never making land again,
do I drown in helpless infinity?
Hoping for your body to give
amongst others dreads,
and guide me back to loves refrain,
shall I say I sinned?
Forgiveness is your whim and I
will hear its tune in every word you speak
that’s never aimed at me.
For me, you are the silent ocean,
crashing into nothingness,
and I fall below, and never did you care,
but all my dreams lead back to you
being something more than death,
A lover, who gave life in shivered caress,
shimmering away between waves,
beating shores with tenderness,
in that tenderness I drown.
Water becomes a theme, renounced
of the beauty it persuades,
only washing me in mistakes
and leaving you always free,
never more and never less
than each struggling endless breath,
would you look for me there?
I washed my sins in your soul,
saturating in your antipathy.
Poem © Phen Weston 2015