Serenade of the Sea 03-11-23
Under the dark high flying clouds
resides the forgotten home of loneliness.
Its gnarly whispers of welcome, cold
colder than the sea.
Yes on this faint moonlit beach
the icy sea laps and sings gently,
so gently
as if your fingers are running through my hair
and the wind is your voice.
The wind wails sorrowfully of broken promises
and the sea, it breaks and collapses
flooding the beach with its salted tears.
But nevermind all that,
for the sun must rise
and the day must follow suite, though,
even when I open my eyes
I admit that I cannot forget you.
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