Ode To My Beloved
Waves roll against the summery shore, which glisten
As the ocean’s maw froths its foam upon its demesne.
Upon which I do recall, with ineffable ardor, you listen
To my cries and pleas, while your memory festers pain.
Once not that long ago, when the world was yet still bright,
We walked along the shoreline here, and windswept was our adieus.
But now the tempered waves do crash, wail, weep, at the sight
Of the foot trail limping in single file, for not two it shall refuse.
Now sunset comes, and burn the sky, a vibrant shade of red,
Erstwhile I believed the we, would still be young and wild.
But life continues yet, while my world, like you, is long since dead;
However turmoil I may retain, my future now lies within our child.
And then it will seem to be true, that remembrance may embrace
My soul, and it will not have to be a saddening endeavor to face.
Copyright © Gianna Hogen | Year Posted 2018
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