Fisherman Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

She promised me she'd meet me there
I waited for her pretending not to care
Knowing full well the danger
Feeling all along the snare

But as the moments passed
I wished it was not bound to be the same
I waited as the sun descended
And felt the hardness of the shame

Loneliness is a cruel fate
When you know in your heart
Your time has passed
It's too late

But there is something holds you there
Like the moon holds onto the sky
A thread of crushing hope
God only knows why..

Night turns into morning
Blinding yellow sunrise without warning
A new day must anyway begin
And you can never seem to win

Blown out by desire
Burned by your own fire
Starcrossed stupid guy
Hell, if you know why

You grab your visions and you go
but you look back once so slow
wish to forget all that you know
still hoping somehow she'll show

The bait fish are jumping in the harbor
Diesel engines churning, boats heading out to sea
The gulls screech, dip low and circle in tow
Fisherman, that's me, or what I ought to be

James T. Adair 4/6/2010