01/05/20

Every dawn,
Every sunset,
Every single day,


She went to tread on the edge…


Her lips salty,
Her toes sandy,
and her cheeks too, salty.


Golden waves after waves.
Crimson caresses after caresses.
Midnight mantles after mantles,


And the sky ever present.


All those colors would make her sigh.


Pink hues,
Blue wisps,
Dark velvet.


The whisper of the ocean,
The glimmer of the stars 
The dance of the moon,


Would keep her company.


One day, she would whisper back,
One day he will return, she would holler back,
One day he will return to me, she would cry.


Teardrops feeding the ocean,
Songs pouring into the splatters,
Dreams buried deep in the sand.


She was always there.
He wasn’t.


She was always hoping,
He wasn’t.


She was always standing,
He wasn’t.


But she kept on


Wandering
Lingering
Waiting.


Will he return today?


A ship broke the dance


Of the waves 
Of the seagulls
Of the old hermit. 


She knew that banner,
She knew that ship,
She knew that voice.


But she didn’t know her own voice.
But she didn’t know human language.
But she didn’t know her own name.


Words had flocked away.


Who was that hagard old woman?
Who was that wind beaten corpse?
Who was that staggering creature?


More bones than flesh,
More grey than gold,
More ragged than soft.


Tear after tear,
Whisper after whisper,
Vigil after vigil,


What was left?


He did return, the admiral.
He did return, the knight.
He did return, the sparrow.


Did you see his eyes?


Thundering waves.
Blistering despair.
Earth shattering droplets.


What had become of his ladylove?


Down to his knees,
Face in the sand,
Hand to his head.


Where was his gentle lady?


Bony twigs in his hair.
Sodden feathers on his forehead.
Sandpaper against his cheeks.


He looked up.


Those eyes…


A beacon in the dark sea.
A flare in the stormy night.
A star in the endless mist.


Those eyes….


He knew.
He missed.
He cherished.


His hand found her cheek.
His lips found her lips.
His arms found her frame.


The dawn revealed them,


Nestled like birdlings in the storm. 
Meshed like ivy on a crumbling wall.
Merged like a comet in a crater.


His tears found hers.
Her pleas found his.
Their heart found their hearth.


As the sun rose in the blue sky,


A tired seaman stood with an old woman.
A wandering knight stood with his beloved lady.
A young boy stood with a little girl. 


Hands linked,
Hearts tied
Souls entwined.


One day, he did return to me…