I stood on the ocean's edge: listening, smelling, watching. Waiting.
Hearing the tides crash and roar as they destroyed great rocks that had been there for a thousand years and would have been there for a thousand more.
Seeing the salty, stale, baron air that floated to me from across the glistening horizon.
Watched the great stretches mass of ocean pull itself out and in and out and in. As it did for my father and his father before him and his father before him.
I stood on a long broken down pier, watching the long skies roll above my head and felt the age of the earth under my feet. It's ancient voice calling me, beckoning me, begging me to 'swim' and to 'join the ecstasy'
Way out in the crashing beyond a faint voice could be heard: crying, calling , pleading for help.
"Someone, anyone. Please!"
Her long white arms, pale, more than her dress which was the purest white a man had ever seen. It made the dark, daunting ocean look even more bleak. Her arms flailed and cried their own voice. A voice of pain, fatigue and loss.
In one hand she held a torch, it's saving light flickering by the second
My lady was drowning.
I stood intently, my eyes fixated on her, watching her soul and body and mind call out to me, cry for me, beg for me.
But I did not go.
She was too far, destined to drown in the murky blackness. Destined to drown in pit and sorrow. The sea of despair would surely clutch her, drag her down and claim her as it's own.
Finally the thrashing stopped. Her voice lay peacefully and silently. Her arms rested against the water and the sea calmed its white rage.
For the first time I saw her face and my God was she beautiful! Her eyes the great green of serenity and mourn. Her golden locks flowed down her face and made her glow. But it was all broken, the perfect facade cracked, with a single tear.
Where beauty once stood, sadness took its place. Filling both her soul and mine.
Her eyes, once green, now dead and desolate.
For now and ever would dominate.
'How could I not have saved you?' I cried.
'You did not deserve this fate!'
'Destiny knows no bounds my child
And alas you were too late.'
The last of her I saw was her pale skin, float slowly down to the dark depths of her grave.
Such a fair and graceful being she was, so beautiful and serene! She did not have to die. But she was always out of my reach. Always out of reach, thus she was doomed. Doomed to be swallowed by that which becomes us all. The great tide of sorrow and death.
Hearing the tides crash and roar as they destroyed great rocks that had been there for a thousand years and would have been there for a thousand more.
Seeing the salty, stale, baron air that floated to me from across the glistening horizon.
Watched the great stretches mass of ocean pull itself out and in and out and in. As it did for my father and his father before him and his father before him.
I stood on a long broken down pier, watching the long skies roll above my head and felt the age of the earth under my feet. It's ancient voice calling me, beckoning me, begging me to 'swim' and to 'join the ecstasy'
Way out in the crashing beyond a faint voice could be heard: crying, calling , pleading for help.
"Someone, anyone. Please!"
Her long white arms, pale, more than her dress which was the purest white a man had ever seen. It made the dark, daunting ocean look even more bleak. Her arms flailed and cried their own voice. A voice of pain, fatigue and loss.
In one hand she held a torch, it's saving light flickering by the second
My lady was drowning.
I stood intently, my eyes fixated on her, watching her soul and body and mind call out to me, cry for me, beg for me.
But I did not go.
She was too far, destined to drown in the murky blackness. Destined to drown in pit and sorrow. The sea of despair would surely clutch her, drag her down and claim her as it's own.
Finally the thrashing stopped. Her voice lay peacefully and silently. Her arms rested against the water and the sea calmed its white rage.
For the first time I saw her face and my God was she beautiful! Her eyes the great green of serenity and mourn. Her golden locks flowed down her face and made her glow. But it was all broken, the perfect facade cracked, with a single tear.
Where beauty once stood, sadness took its place. Filling both her soul and mine.
Her eyes, once green, now dead and desolate.
For now and ever would dominate.
'How could I not have saved you?' I cried.
'You did not deserve this fate!'
'Destiny knows no bounds my child
And alas you were too late.'
The last of her I saw was her pale skin, float slowly down to the dark depths of her grave.
Such a fair and graceful being she was, so beautiful and serene! She did not have to die. But she was always out of my reach. Always out of reach, thus she was doomed. Doomed to be swallowed by that which becomes us all. The great tide of sorrow and death.
