Row To Me, My Only Jewel, Ive Yet To Receive Poem by Andrew Sean H

Row to me, my only jewel, Ive yet to receive

There upon a time,
Time longing to feel the reminding sound of breeze brushed sweetgrass in moon shaded fields, or pristine sparkling from the nights distant stars
Waiting there-of for time spent how we only can ours
Waiting for the sun to make morning arrive
birds song begin, the dew settle in, all slowly as we rise
contently inhaling, noticing us each in our arms
Mourning the thought of our holds release
To then hold longer for to let go would be our final retreat
To where or what is not known

Juliette
away as has been
Imaging her near
I deluded, remained within
all this time
all was just this
For what of the past we chose our lives to submit
now else where realizing we had not been, since then.
No life taken, left for granted what was given, pacified for the sorrow I felt mostly for me:
how could I remain now without she? At that moment in time her laying so sweetly, the same for myself was all felt perceived, passing any chance to mourn, my life, my love of all else by choice loathed and scorned.

For another does he
Romeo? ! ?
A sense of him passed by
perchance Ill think it was.
then harder is the wait
so favored memories arrive
the same always replayed
hark oft-ward to thine
under-toe of sleep
slumber in-twined
with thirst and hunger, the chill of the winter
not recognizing myself
father, mother, nor any-other

there to go
I went
no thought to reply
no breath to jest sigh
you not here with me again comes the wish to die
impossible the choice again, here it feels to I