Into the Waiting Sea
by Steven Craig
And the nice day was passing
The sun moving lower to the skys long rim
The clouds were white and gray with change
Her collar lifted against her neck
She pulled at it tightly with gloved hands
The winter was coming
The waves will be washing her shore away once more
Into the waiting sea
The shutters will be hugging the house walls
Hoping to hold against that wind
The cooling wind that forgets
When it was spring
A wind that takes a ship away
Bearing it back no more this year
That wind that sings of whales and foam
That races the sand down the boards,
Into the waiting sea
She is the shadow that walks the pier each evening
Braced against the force of nature
The latent warmth of the day
The traveling chill of the night
The spray will blow though her hair
Her eyes beacons toward that stern sea
Alone, standing in front of ruin
To cast off her memories
Into the waiting sea
She will stand on the pier
Gaze over the oceans home
With gray gulls circling her head
In endless hope of a small treat
The sail boats have hidden away their canvass
Jerking at their bonds
Bobbing on the wavelets
Held by their chains in port safely
Protected from the gale or stolen
Into the waiting sea
But she is there for one reason
Remembering
Touching
Fueling the eyes fixed gaze
Trembling of lost innocence
Feeling again the faded love
Lost now for all these years
That still reminds her to smile coldly
Desiring to feel its warmth
And know she is the lasting gift
Of its memory
Given up
By the waiting sea.
10/07/2007
