the silence grows until there are miles between us
uncross-able paths that twist and turn
journeys that are cut off by the angry twist of the ocean
or the solemn stubbornness of the forest.
And I am left, digging my toes in the warm sand along the lost seashore,
trying to be a guiding lighthouse to your wandering ship,
but you will never come back, (they never come back)
Labels: alone, beach, lighthouse, loss, love, poetry, silent
posted by Jill at 11:47 PM