On the shore;
He felt her breath
on winds of her horizon
He, the ocean moaning,
tossing gently, back and forth
in her delicate caress.
She whispers to her lover;
the dance of wind and sea,
calling him in oceans waves
breathlessly singing his name.
Waiting where blackened pools rise,
deeper then the depths of mortal soul's
she slips down within the tides,
swaying to his ancient song
Sinking into the ebony waves
of his succumbing eyes,
moon whispers of his fragile darkness
lull her to deep sleep
she, his heartbeat of soul
together the embrace
of fate.
Rozz © March.2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutly stunning piece Kris....your words carry the reader with them...10+++