A Late Embrace To A Shattered Wall Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

The sea
Beckoned to me
Like a mother
Calling.


I answered
In a voice barely a whisper
Yet in a word,
My dreams spread its wings.


The lavenders and the blues,
The greens in hazy hues,
I saw these through the eyes
The eyes of the sea that cries.


Yet my dreams were too big,
For the sea to hold,
I ran, I shouted, I tried,
All for my dreams,
My dreams,
My dreams that I had.


A cushion to a fall
A late embrace to a shattered wall.


The sea
Beckoned to me
Like a friend
Being a friend.


But I was kite
Not wanting to be tied
Not wanting to be held
Not wanting to hide.


And the lavenders and the blues
And the greeny hues,
Turned pumpkin, grinning, sneering,
Mocking me.


I shut my eyes
Not wanting to see
I shut my dreams
That made me.


But the sea was there,
With it's salty tears,
All weeping for that girl that was lost,
Defeated by her dreams,
Drowned by its cost.


And the sea turned red
Weeping blood.


And the sky turned red
Bleeding blood.


I looked up to watch
The birds fade
Into the lavenders and the blues
The greens in hazy hues,
As it dawned on me,
That's the last time I heard
The sea's call.


And I am left
With a late embrace to a shattered wall.