The Promise

He said,

“If I could sail to you, I would, in a lost sailor’s soft heartbeat.

And the waves wouldn’t stop me,

And the rain wouldn’t halt me,

And the wind couldn’t slow me,

And all of Prospero’s magic wouldn’t be strong enough.

I would sail to you.”

She said,

“I will wait upon the curved stones,

Along the wet shore,

Between the solitary lighthouse

And the old man’s beard.

The waves will sigh for me,

And the rain will hide my tears,

And the wind will tell me of you,

And Prospero will forgive me my wrong-doings.”

Chris Bennett, October 2015