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)