Post by neztra on Nov 19, 2011 17:45:37 GMT -5
When the crashing waves turned to shards of ice
and the mirth of children on the sand
faded to the lonely cry of seabirds desperate for solace,
in one silent and fluid gesture,
my lover turned and with solemn gaze
at the cold and wrinkled bed, took flight.
silent steps too loud to bear,
dark, brooding eyes, too bright to behold
or so thought I, before the fade of clamor and light.
and the mirth of children on the sand
faded to the lonely cry of seabirds desperate for solace,
in one silent and fluid gesture,
my lover turned and with solemn gaze
at the cold and wrinkled bed, took flight.
silent steps too loud to bear,
dark, brooding eyes, too bright to behold
or so thought I, before the fade of clamor and light.