Beaten down slowly as I watch the water rise
Somewhere between the pages was written
In shadow pieces of the coming tides
While counting down the numbers as we ran
Taking the pier stairs two at a time
Catching our breath French kissing on the morningside
Ships out on the horizon sailing swiftly on
Lighthouse on the cliff top deserted and alone
No money in our pockets to pay the gas and bills
Pilot light has gone out shivering in the chills
But we've got all day and tomorrow to run and hide
As the sun sinks below the yard arm
We'll wait again until morningside
And you can see them on the jetty as the come and go
Feel the breeze between the sailing masts gently blow
She can hear me whisper words to the coming tide
Meet me here tomorrow on the morningside...
Author notes
AP name: dstreetpoet
A contest entry
- I'm not sure. by etoile.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 22 entries
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the imagery in this piece was beautiful. i love all the descriptions and i could really picture all of this in my head. i liked it. good job.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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