Alone, tattered, cut and bruised,
The Sailor has lost his sea,
The winds and storms of happenstance,
Have set this sailor free.
And though alone and cast aside,
Within, an honest voice,
It’s where he finds in simple things,
A love in every choice.
For in this desert, virgin wind,
A smile is what he’d choose,
In each grain of weathered sand,
He finds the truth that is his muse.
Her smile, her voice, her beating heart,
His mountain view under the Sun,
Are theirs to share along the trail,
If she chooses to be the One.
Sometimes a man will find himself,
Cast beaten along the shore,
And sometimes he will find his heart,
If he chooses to seek more.
With no ship, no port, no open sea,
What is he to call his home?
With no pen, no sheet, no words at all,
What is he to call his tome?
It’s then that we will find our way,
When our way is all we own,
Courage becomes the only choice,
When we are on the beach alone.
One day, perhaps, under this Sun,
A shadow will blind his eyes,
And in that blindness, a beauty comes,
Meaning of words arise.
For he chose her, and she chose him,
Together, they are needing nothing more,
Two sailors lost at sea have met,
On this lonely, distant shore.
What was lost will then be found,
Two doubters now believe,
For in each kiss and sweet embrace,
They find their heart’s reprieve.
No more to fret or worry them,
Two lovers now are free,
No longer needing ship or port,
Or the languid, open sea.
And though alone and cast aside,
They walk their path with grace,
There is no sunrise that could match their love,
Or the smile upon their face.
When we lose the biggest part of us,
There’s no telling what we’ll find,
If we let that wondrous, open space,
Be filled with open hearts in kind.
If your ship does run aground someday,
When you’re walking weary in the sand,
Know the winds cannot lie at all,
And just open up your hand.
Then one day she’ll come and say,
“Thought I’d lost my way as well,
Perhaps I wasn’t lost at all,
There is a heaven in that hell.”
Her open hand will take your own,
The path with then be clear,
And you’ll reply, “I know, my love,
I’m glad you’re finally here.”
Two Sailors without a ship to board,
Or a port to call their own,
Realize it’s best to test their fate,
Together and not alone.
©2018 Tom Grasso
Hi there…. are you the author of “the incredible likeness of being” please excuse my ignorance i would just like to learn more about this piece of work. Could you please tell me if i just read an a extract of a book or the entre piece. I saw this on Elephant Journal. Much thanks. Kind Regards Michelle Madgwick
That was one of my pieces in Elephant, yes. It’s not an excerpt, just an article submitted (at this time, anyway).
The Incredible Likeness of Being
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