The Sea Remembers

 

The Sea Remembers

 

Caped with lonesome, smoky, gray-blue clouds

Its musky-scented, bubbling waves—dark shrouds,

Wrap around silent thoughts in cold caress

Drawing mem’ries of my love’s lost embrace.

 

The twilight waves move slow through silver mist,

Each mournful tide by moonlit sorrow kissed.

They call me back to where your presence lay,

And sing the ache of love that slipped away.

 

The restless deep resounds with hollow cries,

Its haunting song repeats our last goodbyes.

Yet every tide still speaks of your caress,

                                                                 A gentle ache my soul cannot repress

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