Upon The Sea of Love by julius timbol

1. Upon The Sea of Love by julius timbol Like the never ending wild waves and currents of the sea, my thoughts for her still sway perpetually in my mind, ebbing in the morning and at night, reminding me of the love that blossomed sweetly in my heart, but, somehow soon withered. Through the cold and empty winter nights, my heart still endures the melancholic absence of the love gone by. The rustling of the trees and of the falling leaves as the wind passes, paint her memories in my dream with unfulfilled delight. Each day as the dusk of day nears and the sky gets filled with clouds, I look over yonder as the sun sets and dips below the horizon as I wishfully await her long coming. And when the evening civil twilight emerges, I seem to hear my name as if she's inviting and calling, "Here, my prince, let me put your heart at ease." Then to my awaking, it was only in a dream from a deep slumber that I heard her voice. Oh how the misty morning of the seaside reminds me of her gentleness when she would glance at me with such lovely favor. Her aroma still lingers like a fragrance of a blossoming tulip amid the field of dreams. The ripples made by the falling stone on the brook create echo of her voice singing with a trumpeting sound. But as I wade in the troubled water of love, a tingling sensation runs the spine sending coldness through my heart and remembering her saying, "Forever, my love, forever." As the winter turns to spring and the spring to summer, still my longing and yearning for her presence sparkle the evening like a firefly illuminating the path I'm walking. Oh, and how the raindrops from the misty mountain clouds, at times, cleanse my weariness of my wishing and redirecting my thoughts away from my yearning. Now as the night has come again, I look up and I ask, where is the moon that used to shine my way when I would serenade her by the sea wall? Perhaps, as the love had gone, so as the moon and the stars have faded. As I close my weary eyes to go to sleep, I say my prayer, "Providence, give me a blessing. Grant me my desire of her coming as I awake in the morning by the seaside." Henceforth, as the wind of change blows the clouds away, may her heart sees and finds favor in my longing, and perhaps, together we shall ebb the currents to set and sail upon the sea of love once more.