B() |() |() Howl At The Wind/B Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

i am drawn
by an unknown force
to your shore line
to your sea

i am drawn
with your white capped hand
to your cold, white sand
to your dry, liquid heart

the music you play
sends to my ears
the sounds of the waves
rushing, mighty waves
crashing rocks
tilting ships
who sway their hips
and sailors who are washed ashore
blissfully wishing of home to come
wishfully thinking of their heart, so numb

their hearts are as numb as my hands
as they grasp the cold iron bar,
on the starboard side
as they grasp the heart of one
who has Poseidon on his side

who does your bidding?
tempest mighty
hollar at the wind
howl at the wind

then turn and whisper,
what you wish me to hear

howl until your heart's content
i will wail in this lament

but soon...
i will be where you can see me
you will be where you can see me-
right where you were in the beginning
right where you were from the beginning