Words that permit

Without disguise, my dream I confess,
A journey impending, a lifetime's quest
I'll be back my love, I hear myself say,
You know I won't bear to be away.
Arts to revel in, trades to master,
Secrets, stories and legends to go after.
But none of these she desires for me,
For, is not distance every woman's enemy!


And in the pregnant silence I wait,
An entire journey hanging, subordinate,
To words that permit, yet somehow tie,
A blatant truth perhaps, an effusive lie,
But gushing and straining come the tears,
Adorable woman anger, betraying her fears,
"Come back soon, and always be strong,
Be good to all, and know right from wrong.
I'll wait always, but please don't be long."


Dusk falls, and the sea stretches infinite,
Rocking my ship and conspiring with the night,
A window on the shore, and a silhoutte slight,
Shivering and crying, that memory I hold tight.
What man of me, who leaves his all behind,
Travels far, a better life to find,
Suffering too, on destiny's rocky straits
As much as the one who remains and waits!