Such a beautiful melancholy in these words…
On The Cresting Sea
The lapping of water at her feet
The broken image of the moon on the water
The blossoms in ruins, her dreams remain unspoken
Through long, still nights
There is a lonely longing she cannot name
All is lost and covenant broken
The things of love and beauty all but memories
She is wistfulness and she is melancholy
Another night approaches on swift silent wing
And she is just drifting on the cresting sea
Hovering on a whisper, riding on lengthening shadows
And once again, nothing has changed
She reaches out for him and touches loneliness
In the darkness and in the languishing years
There is nothing
But the silence of a falling tear
© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2014.
September 17, 2015 at 3:13 pm
Sad. She has become one with the flotsam of the sea
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September 17, 2015 at 3:22 pm
It’s very melancholy yet really appealed to me.
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