No More Tears To Weep
Deep in the night,
she emerges from the mist--
clinging to a rose of white,
longing for the one she 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 it crashes on the rocks below--
once more together they shall be,
as off the cliff she does go.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
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