Fortified Poem by John Weber

Erect this rampart around my lone heart
in case we must part before I can start
hoping for more
while I implore
your grace and your art when you must depart.

When current and sea wash right over me
I babble a plea like lonesome debris
while getting towed,
saline bestowed,
until I agree to life’s jubilee.

Tumult shall erase what I can’t replace
to wash that sole trace of bliss from my face
you must return-
make my soul burn
as flames dance to chase my cheerful disgrace.