So much love fled here,
beneath these sentry cliffs,
where centuries are washed away
in tongues of foaming surf.
I remember young kisses,
stolen in the crook of night's arm,
the safety of an innocent 'Forever'
still moist on hungry lips.
I remember soft embraces,
loose tangles of tentative caresses,
your gasp and whispered cry
against a growl of waves.
Now, watching here, alone,
the rusting stripe of sunset's wreck
is all that separates the
purple wash of sea and cloud.
And, stars bright in the Atlantic dusk,
I remember tear-bled lovers longing
for one last, desperate evening,
dancing on the shores of 'Always'.
A/N: This was originally dedicated to ForestDreaming, who loves her oceans and her night skies. Forest is a gifted poet whose work I loved. I don't know where Forest went, but I hope she is happy. I have re-dedicated this to @ShannonKellie who, like Forest, is a gifted poet who also loves her oceans.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
