Lanaphastra's Rose

Beneath her hand, the waves part
for the hundredth time
as she searches for him -
for shadows of promise
but the grey turbulent sea
reveals no image
only dark blankness
reflecting the blank darkness –
of her melancholy self

Decades pass
ceasing their fixed distress
seeking answer from the sea -
one last evening tide
to recall his face

Then she sees
under moon-shimmered waves
a silver rose, radiant,
but farther than the fullest breath of air
might take her…
answers to her primal fears
held by whispering waters
her plunging form
like an ancient embrace
almost forgotten

Moonlight flickers
on the surface of the sea
high above her head, swift
as an ocean being, her arms arch 
aiming her plunge down into deep
and calming dreams
where finally she finds him
and the gift of Lanaphastra’s rose…   













Lanaphastra's Rose
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