Awaiting my As(sailor)

Oft have these lips called out your name,
And oft have these eyes searched thee, in vain.
Oft have these ears strained for a sound of thy voice,
And oft have these eyes gone wakeful, well into the night.

And yet oft have I dreamt of thee,
In sweet, slumber unperturbed,
And yet oft have I longed to wake up,
From such a reverie, anguished by the hurt.

Oh, how cruel thou art, dost thou know not,
For having chained me in thy amorous binds?
Dost thou know not how treacherous time,
Pricks me with its endless chimes?

How lofty were thy promises,
How often would thou assuage my fears.
And yet oft have I found myself lonesome,
Watching thy sails into the limitless blue disappear.

And yet I cling to my servitude,
And await the return of my as(sailor).


Copyright Β©2017 by Pradita Kapahi.

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