Tremulous Seas Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

TREMULOUS SEAS

Melodious hymns of my ardor's fire
Silvery and blue, descend from above.
I sailed upon a carrack, to find my only love;
She lives in Normandy, in a bastion's spire.

Her face and the aspects of her eyes
Speak of hallowed symphonies.
There are tremulous seas-
Within her sighs.

And she passes slowly,
Beneath the boxwoods' scented leaves;
Her spirit is holy,
And her dear heart grieves,
To the ring of a cathedral bell,
As she searches for me, on the holly-green dell.

We meet beside a hallow pine,
Aside the freshets of a broad, bright stream,
Amid the wandering vine,
In the rapture of a dream.