Tempestuous Sea

Hot Spring

I sailed a sea of dreams in hope to find
a heart so pure, and free of crippling doubt.
I had her pictured in my restless mind,
before I knew to wake and seek her out.

I thought I had found love in ones before,
they caused me pain, too much for time to mend.
Remains, once weighted down, have washed ashore,
the limbs of unforgiven broken friends.

But fear has no more hold upon me now,
with gift of grace, it learned to let me go.
No love was lost, where none was ever found,
in once an empty place, true love will grow.

The tempestuous sea, at last it calms,
I rest eternally in my love’s arms.

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Photograph by Jeff Sheldon

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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