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To a Silver Sea at Sunset Somewhere beyond your misty horizon where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediciton of a brilliant amethyst and gold-rimmed glory, and where the wind shapes the sharps and flats of an endless siren song - does the one I love still sail home to me? Somewhere beyond time counted and gone, as your waves come and go and come again to the place on shore where parting once was sweet, where I now wait as one half-alive and existing in the shadow of a solitary memory - will the minutes never bring him home to me? by Deborah Beachboard First published in Artistry in Poetry Back to poetry page 01 |
