STRANGERS ON THE SHORE

Walking, evening fall.
Waves softly licking the sand,
retreating only to return for another
taste. A lake, tranquil; serene
reflecting in glints of moonlight
right in the view of Venus.
The gentle lady reaches,
distance not a concern.
He yearns for the connection,
and intersection of souls.
Sniffing the lake into his lungs
allowing every breath to mimic
its aroma. Faceless, but never
heart less, two unknown
to each other, cling
to each other. On the shore
to remain strangers no more!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 26: “WATER”

 

STRANGER ON THE SHORE – REPRISE

Here I stand watching the tide go out.
There is no doubt your memory lives here, and I’m
So all alone and blue just dreaming dreams of you,
you linger in each moment that haunts my mind.

I watched your ship as it sailed out to sea
the gentle waves complicit in your departure.
Taking all my dreams and taking all of me,
leaving nothing but this shell of a man, unsure.

The sighing of the waves
sound like the sighs of you,
The wailing of the wind
fills my sails alone.
The tears in my eyes burn
and I yearn for on more look,
Pleading, “My love, return”,
a happy ending to our book.

Why, oh, why must I go on like this?
I hunger for your kiss, your breath of love.
Shall I just be a lonely stranger on the shore?
Darling, how I miss my angel from above.

Why, oh, why must I go on like this?
Return to me in bliss, and share our love again.
Shall I just be a lonely stranger on the shore?
Or truly a man in love to share his heart again.

**The italicized lines are the original lyrics written by Mr. Acker Bilk for his composition “Stranger on the Shore”

Remainder of lines (C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 26: “WATER”

 

POURING LIBATIONS

Oh, mighty waters poured
to honor and revere,
cool and heal restless souls.
Bring life; create anew and reconcile hearts.

Strong spirits, fiery and arousing,
seal their fates, cement broken resolves,
ignite, protect and purify
Hear the cries of your children enslaved.

Wine is the bridge, it is good unification,
libations poured to bond relations,
creating comradry between every man, woman and spirit.
Hear it in the lamentation, in sorrowful celebration.

This carries much weight. Realize that to pour
libations awakens the past; the initial step.
Actions and works are rituals to bond your past
to the present; your communion.

Ancestors,you have given much for which we thank you.
Continue to support us.
Stability us, and clarify our spirit,
cleansing us and protection us. We honor you.

The purity of water takes you to your deserved rest!
We are all blessed in the pouring of libations.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 26: “WATER”

*** “A libation is a ritual pouring of a liquid as an offering to a god or spirit or in memory of those who have died. It was common in many religions of antiquity and continues to be offered in various cultures today.”
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libation)