Wednesday, June 09, 2004



BREAKWATER MEMORIES



The seething waves crashed onto the shore
Driven by the winds of ancient lore.
Only slight embers from the beacon
Broke the emptiness of the old season
And in the starkness of the dead sky,
My lady sought a place to cry
Where she could view the dawning light
Shine on her face of sorrowful plight,
A face of beauty yet devoid of it
With pain marked in every single bit.
In such distress when seabirds don't fly,
My lady walked to the edge withought a sigh
And as her feet lost touch of their place,
The sea caught and held her in its embrace
And the vicious gale swept to grasp her
But it only caught her tears for winter.

And so it arrived, all her memories forlorn.
All sounds drowned by the distant foghorn.

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