Turning Point Poem by Dee Gey

With hands clasped...
we strolled together as silhouettes
against the shrinking sun over the horizon.
we took in the rich beauty and enchanting
sound of the rushing waves from the sea.
But then, we stepped
on the crumbling rocks,
we stumbled, we fell.
I suddenly felt a sadistic touch,
realizing that we,
like embers long after the fire
are now cold and barren.
we, a soundless cry, like silence
long after the tempest.
The love that I once had for you
chasing clouds and moonbeams
reaching for the stars and dreams
is now like a flame on a candle burning –
slowly dying.
The zypher touched my cheeks
drying the tears,
Of relief? Or of regrets?
You my love is now unknown,
like strange music of midnight song.
Here, I wander aimlessly,
away from this land so parched and dry,
away from a distraught human sea,
away from the memories of you and me.
LOVE...
like blurring bubbles swept by gentle wind
will soon be forgotten.
But essence of simple dream remains -
not with the laughter of time
and limits of existence...