A whisper,
A cry
And an endless
Empty sky
Chills the soul
And melts the borders
A hopeful dream
A wish
A sweet longing
To just exist
Beckons slowly
Across the waters
You wouldn't exist
If words did not
Even in action
Not least in thought
Another lost soul
Among the drifters
Seaweed
And whirling gulls
Painted shores
And painted hulls
As pictures go,
Perfect…
Reminders.
A desperate call,
A forgotten word
A curling wind
That blows seaward
Evanescent,
Just vapours.
As never before
And never again
Like the passing of
April’s rain
The thought blinks once
And disappears.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hailing
Posted by Oneiric at 11:06 AM
Labels: A Pretty Pixie, Angst, Thirty Days of Poetry
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