If she could,
if she only could,
she would walk barefoot with him
into the mirage beyond the land
where sea flows.
Where sea flows
its saltwater tides,
the oft gentle ebb and flow
honouring its comfort of the moon
til storm breaks.
Til storm breaks
she and he are one
and then are rent asunder
as sea engulfs them in its anger
and love dies.
And love dies
beneath the torrent
of the rage that is the sea.
She so wants to sail the world with him,
but she can’t.
Anna :o]
Oh dear, for a long time I have been lost in the abyss
that is apathy; so often I have tried to respond to prompts’ – but there has
been nothing there. So I guess my
offering reflects this hopelessness – but nevertheless it is written! So thank you Tony for igniting my fire –
hopefully it lasts!
Tony’s excellent prompt can be found at dVerse
