We throw ourselves into the ocean

Because we are single men with a noble notion

 

We flood love upon our defiant muses

As impaled swords leave our hearts with bruises

 

We have orchids weaved together to make our battle armor

It is our faithful duty to be the romantic charmer

 

We came forth as warrior poets have risen

Our consciousness confines us into our own prison

 

We lure you with our poetic harmony in our hymns

And die for you in an instant or give up each of our limbs

 

We are the ancient guardians of chivalry

And surrender to our heart’s honesty

 

We are brave enough for any wreckage at sea

Our sensuality is matched with our curiosity

 

We drown with our voices unheard

Our engagement comes on the third

 

We stand with dignity without regrets

These departures are only empty threats

 

We ride fire chariots to the sun

And we pocket the suicidal gun

 

We follow the searching sparrow

To our very own crucifixion by arrow

 

We are lost as we mourn

Remembering the very reason, we were born

 

We are the defenders of truth

The unrivaled hunters who go sleuth

 

We are angels on patrol

And into our mouth we put coal

 

We are dreamers who confess

And die lonely deaths

 

 

We are ocean men

And we are holy men

We flood you with our love till the very last end

When oceans become men

And men become oceans

 

 

 

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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