He sank the weight, <br />and raped the mast. <br />Forbidden shores, <br />he had found at last. <br />New world laid before his eyes, <br />Twas not of joy, <br />the tears he cried. <br />But for a love, <br />felt pushed aside, <br />no words left to say. <br />The conquerer, <br />that she knows he is. <br />His only love, <br />Viola Grey. <br />He knew not miles, <br />how far away. <br />But he knew that he had sailed, <br />for several days. <br />He cried each night, <br />each day he prayed. <br />His LORD to keep, <br />Viola Grey. <br />This one thing, <br />so close, <br />so dear. <br />Full of life, <br />love and cheer. <br />He longed to see her loving face, <br />hear her voice, <br />feel her embrace. <br />This new world he knew, <br />he could not stay. <br />He'd plant his flag, <br />and sail away. <br />Back to the port, <br />from which he came. <br />To his only love, <br />Viola Grey.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-viola-grey/
