Shipwreck Soul

Shipwreck Soul

I do not have the strength to save you

from yourself,

nor do I possess the keys to heaven;

the free get-out-of-hell card.

I cannot give you sanctuary

from the demons within.

Once upon a soul, I gave you love

the death of my individuality...

what became of me

begot you an entity pure.

But as all love is prone to do,

you fell into a moment of truth.

The ecstasy of eternal bliss dies,

a slow meaningless death.

To keep love alive, one must stroke it,

like the fire that it is.

Left unattended it smothers to cinder.

Do you not know this?

I cannot save you, nor can I give love back

once it is gone...it is ash.

You have to find the way back

to your soul, to the heart of you.

All I can do is stand on the shore

and watch you sink or swim.

~~~~~

Sherrie

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John Waterhouse is one of my favorite artist. I love his work--it captures my soul. The painting I've posted is Miranda--The Temptest. The subject of the poem refers to Allen--my old love. I came across a letter he wrote me in 1999. I read it and threw it away. The poem above pretty much describes how I feel.