02/04/2009
She stands on the beach alone, the sea breeze kissing her face, her hair flying behind her.
Natural and loose it sparkles in the fading sunlight.
She pulls her black sweater tight, protecting against the sudden cool air.
Her light skirt of purples and blues flowed around her, dancing to the song of the sea.
Her blue eyes blink away sand, the long lashes caressing her cheeks.
She watches and waits for him, gazing unblinkingly at the horizon,
the setting sun glorious and burning.
And Still She Stands
She strains through the glare to view his sail, pure white so to be easily seen at night.
Her heart and soul call to him, willing him home safe and sound,
his arms strong and warm around her.
She lifts her nose to the sea air, and a phantom scent makes her sigh in longing.
Her hand goes to her neck, where a conch shell rests above her breast,
the alabaster shell gleaming in the waning light.
The gulls call sleepily into the night air, urging their counterparts to bed.
And Still She Stands
Out at sea, he hears her heart’s call,
The tugs of his own making him weep.
The storm and squalls that the sea had thrown his way,
Have taken his men, and the cargo as well.
The boat rocks and keels, creaking and groaning
She takes on water, and he calls her name,
Yearning for his voice to be heard.
And Still She Stands
Lightning flashes through the air,
Thunder clapping in its wake.
Fire licks at the mast, ignoring the pelting rain.
He prays that she waits for him,
On the beach where they had met,
Where they had wedded,
And where they had built their home.
And Still She Stands
She has barely moved since the sun has set,
The raindrops that had first battered her love’s boat,
Now slashes through the lighthouse’s welcoming beam.
The rain masks the tears that flow down her face,
As she watches the wood drift about her feet.
The traces of blood and hair still apparent on the wreckage
A scream rips though the air, as the boat’s name washes ashore:
"And Still She Stands"
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