Cry of somber horn sounds,
Cloaked in fogs muted cape;
Lonesome and lonely as others answer not.
With greatest of care she lumbers on,
Waning on autumn wind, she cries,
Longing for her groom so long ago parted.
Drawn and weary her soul aches
In hopes with lover soon united.
He waits…
On rocky shore, he waits,
To hear the joyous cry of his bridegroom,
Against cold and crashing spray–he waits
For her voice, it never comes,
He wales…
For his love–he is forlorn.
She is gone.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Very good poem.
Thank you WB.
Beautiful
Thank you so much.
You are most welcome :)
Reblogged this on Kylamscheuer.
Thank you so much for reblogging my poem, it is very nice of you to do.
:)
Did you confuse the genders on purpose?
Actually I did do it on purpose. The ship crying is the bride who is traveling to port to meet her lover, the bridegroom. The he on the rocky shore is the bridegroom who realizes she will never come.