Friday, March 23, 2012
A day may perhaps come
When you will wake to find
Things amiss: joys will bear a mark,
A shadow will fall on the sun.
And maybe at that same moment
My love which had set sail
Many years ago, finally
Touches down on your shores.
A stranger to your lands
I cannot speak your tongue,
I know not customs of your heart.
A stargazer, I had no map
To lead me home to you. For years
I roamed the seas, like Ulysses;
I did not give up hope
Though all had seemed so lost.
You told me how you thought
This was not perhaps love:
You thought not, but what had I
To do with balmy sailing winds?
No storm could deter me, no wind
Could ever push me back; I came.
And that is why your hours
And days are salted with regret.