On The Cresting Sea


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.

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9 thoughts on “On The Cresting Sea

    1. Thanks Blair – in its first iteration it was actually much darker, but I softened it because I’m not entirely comfortable with taking my poems quite that far on the pain scale – this seemed a good balance.

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