I have this memory: <br />of sitting quietly <br />on the warm sand by the sea. <br /> <br />Years later, here I remain, <br />fastened helplessly into unbelief and panic. <br />What’s all in between? <br />It has come to be seen <br />only in the last hour. <br /> <br />He never came close to the teetering tower <br />of words he had wanted to say, <br />or all of the deep feeling he had <br />wanted to convey. <br />But moonlight breaks and reflects <br />flaming day: <br />your time is up, <br />you may never get it back. <br /> <br />Some say life is a long and winding road <br />as many a folk singer have crowed. <br />So, life of mine, lead me to the ocean, <br />lead me to the sea, <br />where these bones relax <br />and my body is soaked <br />in magic seawater and sunlight <br />fair as flax. <br /> <br />I could scream and I could shout, <br />let my heart and soul fall out, <br />but for what reason? <br />I glance around the dimly lit room; <br />that hair in your eyes serves as little <br />disguise for the dream that they dismiss <br />under little premise. <br />He makes up his mind which <br />decides your own. <br />No matter how incessantly it rings, <br />these weary bones can’t even bring you <br />to answer the phone. <br />Will you spend the rest of your nights <br />with the light on? <br /> <br />These weary bones are jutting from underneath <br />the flimsy fabric of my dress, and your eyes <br />are on my hilly spine. <br />I know as you look at me you <br />must think I’m a <br />mess. <br />But sometimes our eyes meet, <br />and my heart skips a beat, ‘cause <br />likewise reflected in your eyes <br />is the ocean tide. <br /> <br />I’m getting a dreadful notion, <br />shrouded in dizzying speed and motion. <br />I wish this humming engine, <br />this road of mine, <br />these quivering bones <br />would lead me to <br />the ocean. <br /> <br />My heart is heavy; it aches and is weary, dear; <br />my heart is longing and <br />it belongs in the <br />ocean clear. <br />I wish this road, these <br />weary bones <br />would lead me home, <br />to my ocean.<br /><br />Caroline Weeks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary-bones/
