Here’s something fun for my readers. This post is pretty much the summation of my diary from 8th grade through my Freshman year of high school. It was during this year-and-a-half long period of time that I was convinced that Jon was the love of my life. We always said that we were going to run away together and be pirates. We’d sail the Seven Seas seeking lost treasures and wonders of nature. And then one day we’d drop anchor in the Mediterranean and spend the rest of our lives on the beautiful Greek Isle of Santorini, drinking rum and reminiscing about our younger adventuring days.
I wrote this first poem for him when I was in the midst of the mightiest throes of affection and admiration for him. The second one I wrote with a broken heart as I grew a little bit older and began to see that my dreams of Jon would not become my reality. The third little poem, really just more of a silly rhyme, didn’t come to me until last year. I became reacquainted with Jon for a brief time last Winter after five years of silence and I went to visit him in Ohio. It was interesting to see how we’d both grown up and become such different people. Sure, I’d see glimpses every once in a while of that same old Jon I used to know, but the overwhelming feeling I got was that the man in front of me was a stranger. So the third piece is just a lighthearted little ditty about growing up and the way broken hearts heal against all odds.
These poems are for anyone who has ever been young and (almost) in love.
The Drunken Lullaby
Let’s build a ship and sail away,
To land we bid farewell today!
Tonight between the sea and sky
We sing a drunken lullaby!
Firm ground we leave behind today,
What else is there to choose?
Toss fate to salty wind and say,
“We’ve everything to lose!”
We sail beneath the Jolly Roger,
Send those who won’t to Davy’s Locker!
We sail as days and clouds go by
Aboard the Drunken Lullaby!
I’d sail the Seven Seas with you
If only you’d just ask,
But you point out we have no boat
And have to finish school.
Then I say I don’t care for school,
And boats are made of wood!
“There’s lots of trees in my back yard,
And nails out in the shed!
Besides! It’s not about the shed,
Not even ’bout the boat!
‘Cuz really all we need is Love,
And we have lots of that!”
“The world just doesn’t work like that.
Why can’t you understand?
I’d love to sail away with you,
Not knowing where we’d land–”
“Then come! We’ll say goodbye to Land,
And set our sails to Wind!
Then someday when we’re good and old,
Drop anchor down and rest!”
“We’ve years to sail before we rest,
You’re right! Pack up! Let’s go!
Forget the chart! Forget the map!
Just don’t forget the rum!
Tonight, my Love, we toast the rum
In tankards held up high!
We sail tonight by light of Moon,
On mirrored starry sky.”
Your words lift me into the sky,
As they did yesterday,
Just as they have on every day
We’ve sworn to sail away.
I know this oath to sail away.
I know we never do.
But I can’t kill this dream inside
To sail away with you.
Spyglass over the Stern
I said I’d sail away with you,
But that was long ago.
You never asked, so I moved on.
Just thought I’d let you know.