Sehnsucht

Eyes wide open,
drink from a gossamer pool

of peaty light 

timidly nibbling at the hem
of flailing shadowy brutes:

a night of grief rolls in
over this cajoling pair -

their language echoes the
sigh of the sea, whimpering
in vain against brooding
shores.


Comments

Anonymous said…
Very beautiful and almost gentle, evocative of the fringes of some landscapes and the lure of an older, quieter way of life now almost forgotten.

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