Beneath Thy Side

Beneath Thy Side
As Marcus leaves for good

For it was thee alone I knew
I found the caste beneath thy side
I fumbled in the darkness thy sight to regain
I loom off the horizon thee to see again
To anchor my ankles in thy bosom again

What a costume of humour
Paddling my trust in thy assurance
I had found against my awkward timidity
As I succumbed to utmost innocence
The hopes of nativity and longevity

My cause was without constraint
As thy feet were off to the seashore
So much a thought to retain over the waves
Yet as the sunset searches for the sea’s horizon
So my zeal for thee would ever anchor