Storm of Love

Storm of Love
In howling storm,
you are alive, waiting for me.

Here, now!

I see you!
Waves surge,
break over your rocks.
stream over you.

Here, now!

On sea cliffs in wet black rags,
a thin lone girl clinging,
sea streaming o’er
silver etched rocks,
crying for all to see.

Here, now, uncovered,
I long to touch…

Seascape

Once,

In this seascape of cliffs, I tried to reach her
And lost both her and nearly myself in the spray.
I thought to take her to the dunes and give her my warmth-
Though she cares as little as the dark lichen.
Now,
I wait,
On the cliffs,
Clothed in yellow and gold,
Till she comes.
Ah, Golden Light.

Girl in Storm

Girl in Storm

 

In howling storm,

you are alive, waiting for me.

-

Here, now!

I see you!

Waves surge,

break over your rocks.

stream over you.

-

Here, now!

On sea cliffs in wet black rags,

a thin lone girl clinging,

sea streaming o’er

silver etched rocks,

crying for all to see.

-

Here, now, uncovered,

I long to touch…

 

 

Seascape

 

Once,

In this seascape of cliffs, I tried to reach her

and lost both her and nearly myself in the spray.

I thought to take her to the dunes and give her my warmth-

though she cares as little as the dark lichen.

-

Now,

I wait,

on the cliffs,

clothed in yellow and gold,

till she comes.

Ah, Golden Light.

 

 

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