"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Monday, September 2, 2013

COASTAL GHOSTS

I love the lunging growl of the shorebreak
In the last moments of wakeful still night.
It sings sweet songs of years long gone and dead
And comforts me, soothing my splintered plight.

Waves roll and thump and then the sea turns mute
Before the next set crashes and crumbles
Across wet sands of sounds and murmurings,
Rocking rigid stars with rage and rumbles.

But in my lonely bed all noise abates
As my eyes close to see a smiling face;
And your laughing voice drowns out all rivals -
Only sound sleep disperses our embrace.

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