The Dark Blue Seas

Whe’ th’ clouds in thyne eyes

an’  th’  scales oan thy lense

fall tae th’  deck lik’ tears,

further be th’ horizon

in th’ sinking o th’ hert.

Na congers tae net,

only hawp ‘n’ despair tae fill yer plate.

Nae sweet water tae fill thy vessel,

naht even th’ Living Waters

kin slake thy thirst.

Hours, days an weeks

Riding th’ westward win’s.

Nae floatsan

Nae jetsam

Nae fowl in th’ air

Nae scent o’ solid land

Tae far fur th’ Great One

To even hear the beating of mah heart

or th’ sound within mah thoughts.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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