Swells Of The Canyon Comments

A wise poet once wrote.... How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that's far away. I can see you with hanky in hand waving from the dockside... my poor lass you've been through the wringer. (hope you know what a wringers is)

To cast our net of wishes upon a sea of desire... and for that sea to swallow it whole... we wonder why.

Lovely Poem, strong imagery that pulls the heart out to meet the mind.