Untitled But Mushy

I stand once more beside the silent sea,
A last look at the sun's last look at me.
The rusty sky gives way to coming night,
The sun, now done, slips slowly out of sight.
But for a moment, everything is still,
The waves lay flat for they have time to kill,
The late night sea-gull's back home in his nest,
The sand and shingles in the twilight rest.
And with me, nature takes the time to mourn
For you who'll not be here to see the dawn.
But unlike them, I know I'll see you soon,
Amongst the stars that twinkle round the moon.
The scene will change, the scene will be the same
And you'll look down once more and know I came.

by Terry Donovan

Comments (1)

So nicely mushy too. A lovely write so intimate and moving. Delightful words and the flow is excellent. Love Ernestine XXX