20 June 2012
A figure stood,
Alone on the beach,
Black jeans, black hood,
A thin pale hand reached,
Out to grey churning waves,
In the late dusk's misty haze,
Longing for a love lost in the past,
But now only a ghostly outcast,
The shadow of a memory,
A wronged trajectory,
Hidden face of sorrow,
Once struck by some arrow,
Now left to search the horizon beyond,
For a love now lost, a love now wronged,
Silent figure standing out on the sands,
Remembering the touch of gentle hands,
Always looking out to sea,
A broken heart never again to be free.
Silent Figure • Opuss № I