The Night the Hurricane Blew

On the night when the Great Hurricane blew,I came down to the docks to find you wailing inconsolably,And knowing that there was nothing I could do but love you,I grabbed the rope and held you fastAs the storm pushed you further out to sea.It pushed and pushed And I tried with all my might.But the storm was pushing you out of sight.And the wind blew, and the lightning flashed,And the rain beat down upon me relentlessly.But still, I held fast the chord upon the end of which was youEven though God only knew if you were there.And the rope tore at my hands.And the darkness of the night crept in as ifTo promise I had lost you in the night.But still I held you fast. I held long after the storm had passed.And the people strolled by the boat wharf and laughedAs if to mock the man who stood there.And the years rolled onUntil finally they stopped noticing.And the summer sun baked down upon meAnd dried me out and cracked my skin untilI was no more than a dead statue to most.And they wondered at the unplaqued monument.Some brought roses, and the cityerected a little rod iron fence.And the years rolled onTill now, finally,I see you coming back,A little dot upon the horizon.And I wonder if you'll recognize me.Or will you see the stone, the figurine,The thing that you were told I am.But I promise there is life beneath the crusty shell.Just come and breathe upon me,And the scent of your essence Will bring me back to life.For it's you that I've been waiting for all along.