Songbook II

[Dandeli]

This life, once my own,                                              

                                       This heart once found itself without a home,

Adrift on the briny sea, vessel destined to sink with no eulogy,                        

               But on the way toward sea's brink, I found some things before destined sink,      

A few treasures across the course, of which weighted my vessel and slowed it's course,

She, who found this lost heart, and gave it a means to tie itself to present day.

     

  

Yet promises did not tether it so firmly that it would avoid ill-advised foray,

For she who delved into ocean deep did follow that heart's whim true,                        

                                   Absconding from her wayward brethren to chase desire's rue,

Each sorrow I feel is cold and steep like wintry snow and sleet,                    

            Each heart's pulse and frost-borne fire threatens to drag me deep,

     

  

       And thus, accept I shall, this life is not quite my own,                   

   In need of an anchor, so that those I love are at day's end the last sight stowed,

This set of two lungs still within me breathing for hearth and home,                                

                      For their love, by their decree. For her love, by her decree.

I will give this life, the one you so own,                        

                In life first, until death last.

      

 

  

Winter's breath preserve me,                                    

So I can reach kind Spring.           

                                       A thousand promises sing,

                    To which I owe in life.

   

Farewell, yesteryear's strife.