Confession

I never knew what to do.

I always needed

                    to be told.

     It all ways felt as if I had no soul;

     And could not understand

                              how others knew.

     This anguish like dark cancer

                                   eats my core;

     And those who said they loved me

                                    just refused

     To lead me to that space

                              where they feel sure.

                    SURE!

     My thoughts have separated me from you

     And left me on this island of my fear;

     Shaking within a swirling atmosphere

     In which our feeling's language

                                    has been doomed.

     You limped into my harbour

                               from the storm

     And used my mind

                     repairing fore and aft.

     Then off you sailed

                         returning at full moon

     To celebrate your handling

                               of your craft.

     I came aboard

                    and shared your salty wine,

     But never came a whisper

                              from your lips

     That we might kiss

                     upon your new found seas;

     Your ship has been designed

                               to need no crew.

     Your spirit's vessel shimmered

                                    sails pure white

     Reflect the passion

                         of the rising sun

     For just one instant

                          on the sea's sharp edge

     And then you disappeared

                              from my heart's view.

     So yes, I'm left to salvage my sunk wreck.

     A task alone I've feared I'd never do.

     A task which you have shown me

                                    I must choose

     Through leaving me

                         I now know what to do.