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.

naaviieSilent Figure • Opuss № I