Waiting - A Poem

A poem for all those who are waiting.

***

Perhaps does someone wait for me,

Beyond the blue and breaking sea?

Perhaps in some far distant land,
Does someone wish to hold my hand?

Looking over silver shores,

Does anybody God implore

To keep me safe, to keep me whole,
As they gaze o'er the waves that roll?

Staring from the shore-cliff's peak,

Would someone my ship on the waters seek?
Would the ground be wettened with the tears
Of someone who for my sake fears?

 

Perhaps would someone wait for me

To come back from my long journey,
To stand at the shores of my home,
'Til I come back, no more to roam?

This does somebody do out there,
Beyond the misted seaborne air?
Does someone watch the early dawn,
As I once did in time bygone?

Perhaps they watch this scarlet rise

As teardrops fall down from their eyes,
Thinking of I - their love away -
Who may watch the same newborn day.

Perhaps someone play-strokes my hair,
Though where they are, I am not there;
Perhaps someone dreams of my eyes,
And may for them the dream not die.

And if such a someone waits for me,

Beyond this boundless, lonely sea,
Then I would take the greatest care
To survive Danger's burning flare,

And my Maker then I would implore

To let me live a moment more:

"Someone waits!", I'd gladly say,

"So, please, now let me wait for they!"

What did you think? Have you written any poetry? Feel free to share it or any thoughts in the comments! Did I get better aesthetics this time? ;) And is anybody else frustrated with how this blog always formats poetry wrong...?