SALVAGE

My heart is like an ocean’s womb

Where hopes die in watery tombs 

 

Strewn are emotional cadavers

Squandered on selfish scavengers 

 

Shipwrecked desires languish on sandy bed

Enflamed passions dying starved ill fed 

 

My ambitions are those tiger sharks harpooned

Bloodied oft by well meaning friends that wound 

 

My dreams swim eternally in ethereal waves

Hoping to be found along with treasure caves 

  

Few priceless pearls float in exquisite tender tides

Biding their time to come into their own, not hide

 

 Choices once made in life determine its ebb and flow

One cannot dip in same river twice as its ever on the go

 

 Meeting that one kindred spirit is my salvation, only cure

A beloved one who will salvage and haul my soul ashore

 

 My heart is like an ocean’s womb

Where hopes die in watery tombs