The undying, tide abiding stones.
A dark sea of reflections
calling softly his name
to ease the pain of the accursed waves.
Wander abandoned amidst the littered quarry
one last time before the dusk surf collects it's bounty,
retreats into the abyssal plain,
and seeds the free spaces along the Mariana.
Some will drift down into her heart,
Disappearing forever in a red display
of sparks twinkling out of sight...
But not forgotten, not drowned,
Resting peacefully.
Bon Nuit, Mer.
Mer de Amour.
No comments:
Post a Comment