Above the Ocean Path
" .... can you hear the bells ? ... "
~~~ ~~~
I trudge along the ocean path
up the hill to the promenade.
Above the crashing waves I stand,
then memories, my thoughts, invade.
Behind me, white and old, as I,
the abandoned church beckons me.
It says " do you remember when?"
"Think back ... what do you see?"
I remember lilacs blooming
and music from inside,
when this was a church full of life,
when I became a bride.
But now the lilacs fade from sight,
a deserted shell is all I see.
There is no music playing.
Sadness settles over me.
The curtains blow through broken panes.
They billow in the breeze
as if they're trying to escape
out to the beckoning seas.
Once upon a time we were
Alive ! , this church and I.
But we are old and empty now
and ready now to die.
~~~ ~~~
"behind the church is a promenade
they call the Widows Walk"
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
23/09/2011
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