WRITERS' BLOCK 28 THE SEA GATE

THE SEA GATE

 

My love waits for me in the morning

at the Sea Gate by the ocean

for a ship that sailed on the tide.

 

So many mornings, she has waited

scanning the bay

and the ocean wide.

 

She has waited in springs warm morning caress

and winters cold bite

for a ship that will never return.

 

Somehow, I shall come to her,

on a whisper in the wind,

I shall come to her.

 

I shall come to her in the morning

and whisper in her ear,

and play with her hair.

 

For she will know,

that her love

will never return

 

She will wait for me in mourning

at the Sea Gate by the ocean

for a ship lost to the sea.