Watcher
Watcher sits still watching the waves,
Sea waves now fill this aqua grave.
By the shoreline the waves sculpt sand,
Watery brine that bleaches land.
Dark is the night with salty breeze,
Assorted lights in windy squeeze.
Beyond the buoys sea sirens sing,
No fancy ploy can steer such flings.
Midnight moon high in shifting clouds,
Weary the sighs that seem so loud.
The watcher knows the surging groans,
A weary glow confronts odd moans.
Leon Enriquez
28 December 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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