When She Spoke I Heard a Mournful Sea


When she spoke I heard a mournful sea
lament the awful distance that it spanned,
but my betrothed never sang to me.

Her kisses she presented gratefully
as gladly on the altar she did stand,
but when she spoke I heard a mournful sea.

Her finest days were mine, she did agree,
but the secret lyrics her heart scanned
my betrothed never sang to me.

Her laughter set the dismal twilight free,
night's mystery uncovered by her hand,
but when she spoke I heard a mournful sea.

Her body rose from bed like destiny.
I sat before her, keen to understand,
but my betrothed never sang to me.

I thought sadness finds a melody,
and something vast would break through any band,
yet when she spoke I heard a mournful sea
that my betrothed never sang to me.


4/15/2001