The Golden Frigate

I sit here longing in this bed

For two blue eyes to search my soul

For lips to join in sweet embrace

For one and one to make a whole

My eyes are shut, but I’m still restless

Breathing, steady, but it’s faint

My fingers dream your silhouette

And with the shadows paint

I twist and turn to no avail

My longing has no cure

But soon my sails will be set free

To guide them solely your allure

While I board this golden frigate

I cannot help but doubt

Will you be the one to end

This yearning sailor’s drought?

Be it clear or stormy weather

I promise that I’ll come

I’ll resurrect from the horizon

As brilliant as the sun!

© José V. Guerra Awe