Beyond All View Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

eyond all view, far out at sea
While safe ashore, she waits for me.
And farther yet my boat must sail
Will she remain should I but fail
To reach her arms—to make dry land?
Will she be there to take my hand?
As weeks and months have turned to years,
All joy and hope have turned to tears.
And, I adrift, still on the sea,
Does my sweet lover wait for me?
Through darkened nights, my boat sails on
As I await the coming dawn.
She asked of me this voy'ge to make
To give her time, and for her sake,
Did gladly I go out to sea—
And here remain. How can this be?

For in my dreams, I'm on dry land,
But she's not there to hold my hand.
Despite her promise to abide,
She walks next to another's side.
I hope to waken from this dream;
That truth is not as truth would seem.

Now, all these years and to this day,
Regardless of blue skies or gray,
Not tidal wave, not sun, or rain,
Not wind, or darkness, time or pain,
Not heaven, earth, not God above—
No thing will take from me this Love.