Can You Hear My Cry? Poem by Debora Johnson

Sun is slidling low to hide, behind the rolling hills
Night, she slips onto the scene, promises to fulfill
As darkness covers all the world, blinding you to see
My heart it bleeds, my soul cries out, Can you hear me?

Tides are high on this night, waves crashing to the shore
Seagulls scattered to the winds, peace lives here no more
Forming shapes upon the sand, changing endlessly
Longing, craving, love is dying, Please, can you hear me