I hold you tight my love, <br />across the violent sea. <br />They've gone to certain hell, <br />sunk like a wounded ship <br />that rang its final bell <br />while lightning from above <br />struck all the free. <br /> <br />Monsoons of salty tears <br />make up new waterfalls, <br />you mourn a precious life <br />and pray that, as it nears <br />you'll have the iron balls <br />to play abandoned wife <br />and talk to me. <br /> <br />I ask no sweet return <br />nothing in gold, <br />but when the Gods adjourn <br />I'm there to hold <br />that soft and fragrant you <br />in endless time, <br />that promised sky is blue <br />so let us climb. <br /> <br />No tree would be too tall <br />too hard no task. <br />If there is need to fall <br />I'll be your mask.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-there-4/
