Short of breath,
tears rush down my face.
Nothing I can do,
except sit here and cry on the ocean shore,
as the sun sets,
comforting me with its peaceful glow.
Distraught and frusterated,
you,
my angel,
rest your hand on my shoulder.
You look at me,
your eyes glowing in the orange light.
Be calm,
you say.
Your words so halcyon and peaceful,
your voice is as gentle as the ripples,
rolling ashore.
The clouds take over the beautiful glow,
and the orange behind the silhouetted trees,
becomes a misty blue.
Lights drift across the water.
I turn to see your face once more,
but you're gone,
floating among the night sky that has not covered this world.
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You capture the moment when we learn that we are not always alone, nicely. The imagery is strong. Your voice is clear and direct, the feelings strong because you don't over indulge in their description. The last line is a nice wrap of the entire piece.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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