From A Dream





(Image only for representation purpose. The copyright lies with the artist. Not Waving but Drowning Fine Art Print - Trudi Doyle)


He walked, bare feet, on a mass of crushed sea-shells
Coarse sand clung onto him, he watched her
Afar; sitting motionless on a wind-beaten rock
As if waiting for knell

'Woosh-woosh' screamed the waves
Gloriously furious, crashing on the moss-covered dock
They came high, they came low
Yet slow, the sea so magnificent
they seemed insignificant
He watched her, sitting motionless
As if waiting for knell

Ominous clouds o'er head
played hide-n-seek with the moon
threatening to steal light till noon
He prayed, she'd move, and he'd take her away
somewhere warm, happy and safe

And then she turned to look at him,
Him eager, she like waif, smiled
his heart in blithe
Only to step deep into the waters
Now safe from the knell

(This is a dream I had recently)
  

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