Broken Lullaby

The dancing ocean waves hum in lamentable strains
Of broken octaves, crisp but faint; brushing my bare soles
Resting upon the awaiting quiet shore, as if to take grief
Back to the abyss, where it shall dissolve in
Dark and endless stream.

The monsoon breeze softly drifts by; its coldness,
Lingering, freezes my veins as it touches my cheeks, down
To the core, embracing my spirit devoid of strength;
Enfolding me with woe; regret gushingly
Flows with loud outcry.

I fall upon my knees and gaze at the boastful sky;
Quivering fists bury in the sand; I call on cherubim to part nimbus
Clouds gloomily hovering above so I could take a glimpse of a
Face not known; One deep rueful sigh, I feel a twinge
Tormenting within, nearly unbearable.

My yearnings surge like furious ripples, to hold you nigh my
Breasts; sing you lullabies by the sea, beneath the blue moon and
Gleaming stars; admire your innocence while lost in tranquil
Dreams; lavish you with a love profound and pure;
For you are my greatest treasure.

Torn, I am no longer whole, for I have lost my own blood
And left me, a weeping soul; the whispering tides could not even
Console; heaven denied me of memories to cherish and keep,
Nor a headstone, to where I can lay on, a bouquet of
Sweet golden daffodils.

©danabelle
03.28.10

"A person's a person, no matter how small." - Dr. Seuss