The Dream

Romantic musing to escape the ‘fray’.

We dance to the rhythm of the waves
lapping along the sandy beach,
skin glistening in the moonlight
accompanied only by the lonesome
sound of a foghorn blowing
in the distance.

Beams from the old lighthouse
illuminate the night sky.
Holding you close I can feel
the beating of your heart and I
cling to you like the wet moss
gathering along the rocky shore.

I want this moment to last forever.
You were my safe place, my
shelter as the storms of life
rolled in trying to engulf me with
heartache and tears.

Standing cheek to cheek while
dawn is slowly breaking you kiss me,
drawing me in even tighter.
I gingerly reach for your hand
but am met with only emptiness.

It is then I feel your body start to disappear.
My arms fall suddenly to my sides and
I watch as you slowly fade away
into the ghostly mist rising
from the sea.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Oh< Dara, what a beautifully sad poem! It's so visual, so suggestive of sound and place, I could feel what you were saying and thinking, line after line. As to that ending: that feeling when that person is not longer there is an emptiness is more painful that one can ever imagine. Superbly written, from the heart..

[Dara]

Many thank yous Emma! Your review is so beautifully written. It just made my day. It’s hard to even imagine such a feeling of loss until it happens to you. Living with the love they shared and holding onto it is not easy but necessary. Take care my friend!

[emmajoygreen]

I'm trying to.. there are times when living in the desert or Atop a mountain seems preferable. Not sure I could make oracle standards. :)

[Dara]

Either place sounds good to me! Wishing a peaceful, restful weekend. Sending you a hug from across the ‘pond’. 🤗

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, Dara, your hug will be spread around the house - is chilly already at noon and too early to light the log fire - perhaps! Stay happy and warm theself