Shadows Lurking In Loneliness Dusk Poem by Terence George Craddock

dusk seems a good time to sit at the beach
by the sea on a pale beach by the twilight
sea to sit to think thought free if haunted
sad and lonely by past stirring memories;
as a soft breeze moves in gathering dusk
sitting in hope of a cooler comforting night
to watch as the sun sinks sinks tilts deeper
to throw glowing red streaks upon the water;

to horizons stretching while the white wide
beach waves pushed pushed on by the tide
are foaming foaming rushing closer closer;
anticipating embracing overwhelming warm
flesh in an enfolding rushing wave caress
an embrace of an elemental hungry to engulf;

a mortal hears now a strange whisper whistle
sound with etching laugh murmur sighs sown
in between a vast sea time lullaby secret singing
to hear across ages surge tide all lost legends;
ancient all those lovely fairy tales whispered
on wave lips rush tide speaking the past the past
is hungry to speak to the present in a lonely dusk
gathering night on a remote beach by the sea;

as the power of day sunlight rays fades fades
into starlight sea journey possibilities twilight
is a time when common sense bright sunlight;
realities can morph into primeval shadows
twilight is haunting a nightmare fear in dark
psyche something is moving in darkness creeping;