By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.
I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.
Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.
The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.
A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.
