The red sun sinks slow into the sea
And shipwrecks on the rocks below
The clouds bloodstained remain
And soften to a glow.
There is no moon, but the sea is there
The waves still come and go
Hypnotic sound of water bathes my soul
Bruised and battered now, aching to know
Where you are, my heart’s beloved –
Are you near, or far?
Do you see me – hear my cries?
As I listen to the sea, do you hold my hand?
I watched the waves retreat
In their wake, rainbowed foam,
Broken shells, pebbles tumbled
One lone feather lost by a seabird
For it is here that gulls come to be lonely..
I bent to pick it up, to hold, to smooth it..
Once it was part of the proud gull.
Now still itself, but what would it be?
An embellishment in a scrap book,
Or would it return to the sea?
To be tossed without purpose
The days slip through my fingers
Like rosary beads unprayed
I cannot live without you here
To be with me, to talk to me
I wish you could have stayed.
My life is like a melody
But the notes are never played
For none but I can hear the notes
So silence echoes where once you were
Where once your laughter rang
And silent tears from unseeing eyes
Fall unseen into the dust of ground
Where once you trod, where once…Continue
The violin wept it’s tears in the rain
Wept like a heart that is rent with pain
Wept of sorrows too deep to express
Whispered of longing too secret to guess.
Only the wailing wind and I knew
Of the longing too wide to escape.
I could not hold the music in my hand
To whisper, yes, I understand..
I know what it is to have my soul die
I know of pain that cannot cry
I know what it is to call out in pain
For a hand I cannot hold again…