No More Tears To Weep

Deep in the night, she emerges from the mist. Clinging to a rose of white, longing for the one that is missed. She stands on a rocky peak, the rose's thorns have dug in deep. The wind howls and shrieks, but her eyes have no more tears to weep. Watching the moonlight dance with the sea, before crashing on the rocks below. Once more together they shall be, as off the cliff she does go. Publish "Simply Me: Poems" available paperback and e-book on amazon. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!