Withers the light.....

Strolling quietly at the waters edge,
one star, two stars, three stars shine bright.
Orange, yellow glow fills the horizon,
until darkness slowly withers the light.

Birds in the distance weaving in and out,
of the pastel lines etched in the boroughs.
Flirting between two different worlds,
dreaming of the yesterdays and all tomorrows.

Strange eerie sounds begin to surround,
as coastline converts to a different place.
Tiny fiddler crabs gently scoot across,
identifying what was, as if to retrace.

Moonlight scattered across the waves,
riding into shore on angel wings.
As if Pegasus was leading the charge,
wanting to show them shiny new things.

Dolphins, pelicans, seagulls gone home,
ocean creeps up, then washes away.
Leaving a void in the center of it all,
cleansing, erasing everything in its way.

Lonely moan is heard in the distance,
from one lighthouse forever smitten.
Stories it could tell, if it could speak,
of long ago young couples love bitten.

She in long gown, parasol in hand,
warm tears streaming down her face.
He in uniform, shiny buttons and cap,
reassuring words in style and grace.

He must leave while she remains behind,
in a pocket watch her photo close at heart.
She will keep vigil on this sandy shore,
both staring at the stars never to part.

Once dry sand is cold and wet,
as memories linger in darkness of night.
Wondering what the morning will bring,
when darkness leaves and sky turns bright.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
6/18/2010 © All rights reserved