PORT OF LOVE
©Trev Teasdel Middlesbrough 1985
Calling that little lost ship
anchored off the River Me,
Wave tossed and unsure
in the sea’s vast void.
Signal
and I will send my pilot cutter
to guide you in
through the rocks of uncertainty.
anchored off the River Me,
Wave tossed and unsure
in the sea’s vast void.
Signal
and I will send my pilot cutter
to guide you in
through the rocks of uncertainty.
In my harbours
you’ll find shelter from
the sea’s whip-roaring waves
you’ll find shelter from
the sea’s whip-roaring waves
and a mooring
in the deep cut channels of
my river soul.
in the deep cut channels of
my river soul.
And to the sailors
of your wide-eyed senses
I grant
the freedom of the city
of my loving careingness
looking to all your needs
through the eye-glass of intuition.
of your wide-eyed senses
I grant
the freedom of the city
of my loving careingness
looking to all your needs
through the eye-glass of intuition.
You may stay forever
or leave when you choose.
Calling that little lost ship
coming closer to the lips of the river me.
or leave when you choose.
Calling that little lost ship
coming closer to the lips of the river me.
I am the port of love
and I call to you to come in on the next tide.
This appeared as a poem in my 2nd poetry Chapbook Poet Reprobate in 1985 and became the lyrics of an unfinished keyboard track here
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This appeared as a poem in my 2nd poetry Chapbook Poet Reprobate in 1985 and became the lyrics of an unfinished keyboard track here
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