Without a thought they cross the shore..
Retreat as one, loves burned core..
Liquid steel as cold as ice..
Through sand and stone they cut and slice..
A piece of life, each passing tide..
Beneath the waves these world collide..
One of pleasures one of pain..
They sing their sad and soft refrain..
The siren calls so bittersweet..
It clings to hope in such defeat..
If water is the blood of life..
We live upon a surgeons knife..
For it will build then take away..
Then come to build another day..
Tempting fate with risk and chance..
Flowing through their deadly dance..
And so it goes..
On and on..
As sure as dusk gives way to dawn..
From waters edge to oceans deep..
These silent waves shall never sleep.
Best Wishes,
Chuckie
vesna :)
This is just lovely. I enjoyed your words and imagery -
Kathy
Romantic Sad Write!
TRASK
On top form, Of what susan speaks, went there on a cruise for my honeymoon, Europe is great for thise of a fertile mind.ENGLAND, being the best-est.
Good point yanky doodle land don't seem to have much in the way of myths, legends, fables. ..
Love Tinka
Lovely!
Chanti
much enjoyed!
Susan