2 September 2012
The sea, Cradles me to Melancholy As the boat rocks Slowly. The hues of the sun descending Gives me comfort In recalling Of a love That's lost. Sun slowly fades, Moon uprise; Another day has Ended, Another luck has Passed. Shall I wait for The morrow For its light To once shine? Or shall I embrace Night's darkness And run to you Beloved? For what if tomorrow Doesn't come If the sun Decides to hide? I may no longer Have the chance To take you back In my arms.
©danabelle 2010
Sunset • Opuss № I