Sonnet Upon the North Sea

Oh, wood beams: I have forsaken my stead
But more so granted my heart devotion
It is a bridge upon which I tread
Where I must leave my path for the ocean

Your kiss on my cheek tells me you harken
Your splinters tears it in your disallowing
Though mere splinters: ay, these waters darken!
Naught withholds my body, but beams endowing

Now it is a widow he shall marry
And the same a widower he will become
It is love that weds, not I, nor he
For without it, death will and might as well come!

Shall I battle this question until I am dust
To then let it be embraced the sea’s lust?

Boards with ears: what ever will become of me?
Is there a blessing still for the likes of this?
Praying upon my nights of treachery;
Shivering still from the love in a kiss!

For by any godless name, love it remains
Your splinters are useless; it lies not in blood
I feel: it flows too deep to pierce my veins
Love; the same in my heart as in the flood

Bells are ringing, calling, singing along
Venom in my ears, for it poisons me
Say, how can I do right when right is wrong?
It is my faith - or freedom, love, the sea!

My bridge, and god, I must kiss you farewell
The water shall drown this wretched wedding bell.