Your Daughter, the Empty Shore...

I’m just an empty shore Forgotten and left to bake In the sun By your passing. I’m just another land In this bleak world you left behind, A land words cannot speak of, A place you cannot see. My waves roar and howl For time has delayed You from kissing My blossomed palms. I’m just an empty shore Waiting for you to Harvest the sand That creases my brow. I’m just a naked coast, Remote, in the deepest sea, For the skies forbid you From reaching my salty rocks. I’m just a lonely beach Dressed in briny tears From the clouds You hung above. I’m just an empty shore On which my footprints Will always cry Your leave. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila