Toss a line of silver thread to lasso in a star,
Once you’ve got a line attached, then pin it to your heart;
Draw it close, and hold it tight, and wish upon it, too –
And when you’ve wished, you’ll find that I have now been tied to you!
Drowning in a sea of roses,
Petals are what wave composes,
Surf and swell a thorny stem,
Buds and leaves form briny gem.
Davy Jones holds rosy key,
Bounding main in rosy sea,
Soul surrenders to the foam,
Surging breakers call hearts home.
This poem marks the 200th I have written since May, when I started writing poetry in earnest….