7 May 2012

In the storm, she is a beacon.

Her tears fall to the sand. Beneath bare feet they soak the land.

In the storm, she is a beacon.

A lover never to return. A touch that is never learned.

As the sea swallows a ship, a name is whispered upon soft lips.

The water welcomes him with open arms, he is unaware of her pleading charms.

A kiss, a caress, a love unknown will die with youth down below.

But the one thing she will never know is that in the storm, she was a beacon.

summergarzonLost • Opuss № I