Nightscape

...the sea, the night and unwanted thoughts... (image from wallpaperswide.com)

I arrive just before dusk settles

In time to see the blue turn mauve,

Red tinted clouds silent witnesses

To a timeless good-bye.

The expanse of sand is saddest at twilight

Cold water, cold air

And the lonely cry of a gull

Over the endless music of the sea,

Ebbing and flowing strains over uncountable grains,

Lovers in an endless cycle of capture and release.

 

I linger at the breakwater, raw from the chill

Numb within and without,

Cheeks damp with sea mist and tears.

The lone gull’s song turns faint in the distance

A subtle desolate echo above relentless waves,

Ever churning foam like ever forming dreams

Never forgotten, never tasted.

Still life in charcoal hues.

I leave when I can no longer tell apart

The dark of night from the dark of water.

Reviews

[Bear]

Delicate and refreshing to feel the sea's mist on my face and the sand between my toes, to be transported by your words proves you are a talented writer. This was a pleasure to read and journey along with the words, thank you for allowing me to read your work of art.

[justa335]

Please forgive the late reply, Sir Bear, and thank you for the generous comment.

[Roses]

This has an elegance to it. Beautifully written. I think I remember it from Jottify(?) The last five lines are my favourite.

[justa335]

How remiss of me to have missed this. Thank you, my dear Roses, and yes, I did post this on jottify.

[Roland Petrov]

This is why I now prefer the tropics! You seem to have described England here: dark, damp, and depressing. Interestingly, today is one of the few dull days we have here in the desert in any given year. Justa lovely poem!

[justa335]

Thank you, Roland. We do have our fair share of dark and depressing days, especially during the typhoon season.

[Gee]

Sweet,v descriptive but doesn't feel contrived.Liked this

[justa335]

Thank you very much, Gee.