Sailing my heart

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This website features a short poem titled "Sailing my heart" accompanied by a reading by A. Dahl and an image by Pernoste.

Abstract

The poem, "Sailing my heart," is a reflective piece that explores the emotional journey of the speaker, who is drawn to the sea by a tempestuous storm brewing within. The poem is divided into sections, each marked by a symbol representing the moon, a sailboat, waves, and a series of dashes. The speaker is torn between staying in the comfort of their bed with their lover and embarking on a journey across the sea to find their long-lost love. The poem ends with the speaker waking up in their bed, questioning how their lover can be happy with them when they take their heart away in their dreams. The website also includes a YouTube video of the poem being read by A. Dahl and an image by Pernoste. The website encourages readers to check out the author's work on Medium and to purchase their novel on Amazon.

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The poem expresses the speaker's inner turmoil and longing for a past love.
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a short poem, with a reading by A. Dahl

Image by Pernoste

The moon’s bright, this night, showing silver yellow on my wall, but inside the moon pushes and it pulls the tides in me. I’m awake, mostly awake I think, drawn by a billion enigmatic stars out to the rugged wooden dock in my thin white nightgown, and onto the little sailboat, and far out upon the sea. It’s there that I wait.

— — — 🌙 — — -

Lie down, love, lie down, he says to me sleepy, warm, in the comfort of our bed, touching my arm gently pulling me just a little bit. I’m perched as though to rise to brave the storm mounting in me. I feel the tempest and howls and the thunder of the sea rolling under my naked feet as I brace myself atop the waves.

— — -⛵ — — -

I cannot wait, I must not wait, for I need to find my long way across the cold, turquoised waters above the prairie deep below where graves need not be dug and absent are markers or words. Where do we go, the wind and I, skirting wide the ocean tide? The words flee me, useless, and maybe thoughts I have will still need to wait.

— — -🌊 — — -

Loving you runs deep in me right to the bottom of this sea, but it’s here on the surface I sleep, battered among the waves until I awake at morning on land in my bed with my faithful lover. How can he be happy with me? I cry to be this way to a good man, for I take my heart away, in the quiet, where I wait, and I dream of you at those times when the seas call.

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Music: “Sad Piano Calm” by Ashot-Dannielyan on Pixabay

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