Lost Love

Soft are the waves of the ocean beside me.
Cool is the sand over which my feet tread.
Bright are the moonbeams, as though there to guide me,
Leading me onward to what lies ahead.

Answers I seek, though I know not the question.
Still forth I walk, though I know not how long.
Salt on the wind gives the merest suggestion,
Calming me gently with sea foam and song.

Thinking about her, my eyes, they grew misty.
I asked aloud as to what was her fate.
Her sweet gentle touch, her lips that had kissed me.
The pain that I felt within me was great.

There I had left her within a small garden,
Promising her that I’d be back one day.
Her eyes looked to mine, as if to give pardon.
We both knew that there was nothing to say.

For nearly ten years now I’ve wandered the shore,
Looking for something to find my way home.
I’ll probably wander for several years more,
Walking beside the great ocean of foam.

Reviews

[Mr. Malarkey]

This is so wonderfully written and full of emotion. Being away for so long and yearning for what you cannot have. Very nicely written!