
Upon the winds of fate I wandered, one...
No harbor called me home, a fearful dread
My constant friend, an emptiness, dark sun...
I thought that I'd be better off quite dead.
And then, from out of gloom you did appear,
My heart was born away upon a wing,
I trembled, could not breathe, with you so near,
I'd found my queen, with you I could be king!
Together we rode high upon the waves,
But at the crest your ornament shown through,
A mighty castle crashed as if a wave,
Had tried to show the world just what was true.
And now, at sea again, bereft and tossed,
My soul laced not with gold, but yet embossed!
About the Creator
Banning Lary
Old Banning has written, edited, published or produced everything imaginable containing words: articles, stories, books, pamphlets, ad copy, documentaries, short films, screenplays and poetry. I love words and read the dictionary for fun.


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