The blue deepens,
blackens,
turns to night.
The sun sets over the horizon,
the light fades,
day is gone.
the moon rises,
a scythe in the velvet sky,
a swath of stars removed in its brilliant light.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
The White Lady looks down upon me,
Her serene face is distorted by the rippling waves.
She sheds pure, silvery light upon the water.
The path painted by her beams ends at my toes,
On the edge of the ocean-sea.
If I were to walk out into the waves,
Would I be on top of the waves,
Kept aloft by these silver strands?
Or would I sink beneath the blue-black waves,
Never seen again.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC