The waves are black
The night flies
Far away
From the city lights.
Memories
Wait for me.
The crash of waves
Is in my ears.
The sand is dark
Beneath my feet.
This was the day
I took my life.
This is my ghost
Wandering the beach.
Those shells were once
Perhaps, my eyes.
The stars were once,
Perhaps, your lies.
Black is the sky.
Those dots of light
Litter them
Without a plan
Like your love for me
That too had none.
Wet is my cheek.
I never look back
To glimpse you
Over my shoulder,
Lonesome, waiting
On that inky boulder.
You are real.
I am a shade.
No longer worlds
Together. Twain.
An intriguing piece suffsed with the ethereal and allusions that recall the tropes from romantic fiction of an earlier age.
A poem with a surreal feel which nevertheless evokes painful emotions of love and loss , this work reminds one of the Shakespearean reference to a sea change in The Tempest