Aura Thundera
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Sea-Love
As told by Nathan Bridger:
How can I tell what rests so heavy on my heart?
The truth that I know well, and she does not?
The truth is, I love her.
But there is no way to tell her.
We are friends, yes,
True friends.
And she is happy with that.
She trusts not any man
To come near her heart.
She's been hurt too many times before,
For that.
But I am not happy with how things lie;
How can I be?
When she holds my heart in her hand
And knows not that it is my heart she holds.
She buried herself in her work
Learning the mysteries of the sea
Just as I did.
Just as I once did
When the pain was too great to bear;
When all that mattered in my life,
All that I ever loved
Seemed gone.
How can I tell her the truth,
That she taught me?
That all love is not gone from the world
So long as we look for it?
And even that it sometimes comes unbidden.
As it did to me.
What I write now is meant for her;
What message she takes from it is her own affair.
But what it holds is the truth
That I know no other way to tell.
And I hope that one day this she will see.
If I ever have the courage to show it to her.
If I ever have the courage to tell her.
What is true is often the hardest to speak.
Missed Chances
The setting for this poem is about a year after the second season finale.
As told by Kristin Westphalen
How can I say what is in my heart
When there is no one to say it to?
When he who should have heard this
Is gone from my life.
I never told him what he did
I never showed him the light
That he brought back
Into my life.
All too often I have viewed
Seen the dark side
Where kindness, love and light
Are alien things
He taught me to love
From the ashes
Of the life that I came from
From the abuse my husband lavished on me
He taught me that all men were not bad
He showed me that men could love
He was my friend.
He did not know
He could never have known
That I loved him
That I dreamed of his touch at night
That I fantasized of him
No! He could not have known
That I wished to hear his tenor voice
Rumbling sweet nothings in my ear
Oh, how I wished to have him
By my side
Become father to my only child
Still living
He's laid his own to rest
He has seen too many graves
Dug into the fetid black soil
Of the cemeteries-
He knows the pain I feel
Gazing on those tiny graves.
And I loved him.
I never revealed it to him
I valued his friendship far too much
To ever risk driving him away.
We had spoken often
Since the day we parted ways;
We were still friends.
Often did we speak.
Many were the times
I could have told him
Never did I say
What in my heart I felt
Never did I mention
What my heart knew was true
My heart knew-even if
Even if my toungue did not
We were soulmates
Cast from the same mold,
Same spirit.
Both of us,
We loved the sea
Its midnight deeps
The rainbowed reefs
And there we worked
And there I loved once more.
Now it is too late.
He was swallowed
By the very sea he loved!
Is he dead-I know not-
I do know this
He will never know that I loved him,
And the time together we might have had
Will never be
In the night, in the roar of the waves
I can hear his tenor laugh
In the moonlight
I can see the silver glint of his hair
In the eternal ocean
I see the indigo hue
That once painted his eyes
I still can feel him
In some little way
On the beach where his feet
So often trod
On the isle where he lived
In quiet peace.
But he will never walk by my side
On the moonlit beach
Again-for
He is gone-
Forever!
And now it is too late.