The Sea

Waves of passion sweep over me, as I yeild, I am flung to the rocks of the sea once more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I stand on the shore gazing across the sea

The bird lands…to pluck the rose from my hand

 

The petals are crushed the fragrance released

The sweet scent ascends

And brings the Angels to me

 

They cry to see a hopeful heart

They sing a song of falling free

As I land on the rocks of the sea

 

I wait as the waves of passion sweep over me

I yield with abandon as I am flung to the shore

Of the sea once more

 

And again as I stand on the shore gazing across the sea

The petal’s crushed, the fragrance of the rose

Lays lifeless and dying in my hand

 

The scent ascends to the Heavens

And again, brings the Angels to me

 

Now the Angels cry in sorrow

And sing a song for my broken heart

As they saw me lost and falling free

And land on the rocks of the sea

 

The passion that swept over me

Was spent and now gone

Leaving me empty battered…and alone

On the shore

Of the sea once more

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Th depth and flow of this write...a smaller write --
yet you weave a story line for us --- the readers...
it makes you follow along --- as the movement of the work makes you feel ---
the moments --- individually said and played out in the work...

[lindalou]

Your comments are encouraging and I appreciate them very much. Thank you.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[Natalie]

Loved the imagery. This was a very vivid and it had a nice flow.I really liked this