The sea it was a stirring mass
A ghostly shade of grey,
The cloud hung like a veil of mist
That drew across the bay.
My saddened heart beat like the waves
That rolled upon the shore,
As I walked along that windswept way
Till I could walk no more.
My mind was filled with questions
And was wracked in deep despair,
A broken soul no place to go
Yet found no answers there.
The ebbing tide drew ever in
And hid the prints I'd made,
Upon the sand, I paused and watched
My footmarks slowly fade.
As they were lost I felt the cold
As evening slipped away,
As there I stood and stared upon
The sea of ghostly grey.
2011
something is special in your poems i dont know what. really good. i just wonder that the tide fade a number of vestige day by day, if we think it deep a matter of great concern! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Capturing the mood and moment beautifully, very touching