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The Sea's Gone Grey
by Uriel Tovarwhen will the wind die down
my love? when will the sun
sink low? the earth spins perpetually,
dying into
the sun
but your head stays afloat
bobbing in the undertow. The foamy green arms
of the sea write our loss
on the coarse journal of the shore but it is forgotten
by morning, swept away by the night wind, leaving only a
howling cry under a full moon.
the stars know my lament
burning themselves up against
a blanketing pall.
your lips, now blue,
bleed no more.
the only warmth left to you
is my trembling hand
gripping yours. 10/11/2005 Posted on 10/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/22/11 at 01:17 AM Very captivating---the intrigue of the sea...and the cold is almost melancholy, if it weren't for the warmth of your grasp....I find this work very appealing to my senses. |
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