The Last Waltz

I will inform you once the shells are spoor. When they're timorous around the seashore, Just as mushrooms will grow around a grave, If they shine like slight candles in a cave. So, you and I will devour the beach dunes. While a pearly moon sails the ocean tunes, Listening to the meek growl of the waves, Because of the eyesore, the seagull craves. Leave the prospects of the moody era, To the pinnacle of warm chimera, Entirely all the measures we will climb, Unwinding vexes will raddle each rhyme. When the billow came to express goodbye, Moon dimly veiled as if it were a sigh, If love isn't exciting and no tears fell, The ripple then needed to say farewell. I will contact you when the seashells bloom, While they dance with brittle light at my tomb, We will play the doom game in parody, I will call you when the shells grow quickly. My deprived brain couldn't accept a farewell, I wrote the last and final verse as well, Like birds, you'd return to the nest at dusk, Retrieve my typed quill that I'd drop when busk. 3rd place contest winner Written: July 02, 2022 FAREWELL theme rhyming contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Lisa YY Checked by HMS.COM/ 10 Syllables per line