Sea Reflections

Posted by Nightingale | 1:43 PM | 4 comments »

I wrote this poem some time ago--dedicated to an old love. A poet I'm not but this was from the heart.

By the sea, she stands and watches the waves
She wonders at the elemental forces
That stir the planet and the restless dreams
That stir her soul as if tossed there by the tide.
This dream found a face that led her
To the brink of hoping and then fell silent.
As dreams so often do.
Dreams are elusive things, as fragile as light
And as hard to catch.
One cannot pursue lest they disappear
Quite suddenly in the night.

Was he the one she'd loved some other time
By some other faraway shore?
It came to her ever so clear
That perhaps she'd never know.
Was he afraid as she was afraid of the power
Glittering between them, breathless, motionless, or
Did he simply enjoy the butterfly game of chance?
A light bright touch of words, a glance.
She gazed at the immortal sea and sighed.
Perhaps, she'd never know.


  1. Beth Trissel // May 10, 2008 at 10:47 PM  

    Perhaps she will anon...lovely, Linda.

  2. Mary Marvella // May 11, 2008 at 1:17 AM  

    Beautiful but what else would I expect from something you wrote! Love can be so fragile and lost love can leave a person so lost.

  3. Nightingale // May 11, 2008 at 9:33 AM  

    Not quite The Highwayman! Thanks Beth and Mary for your kind comments. It's a rainy, dark Sunday in TX -- perfect for writing poetry but I think I've only written one or two in my life time.

    And I hope that anon comes quickly. :-)

  4. Beth Trissel // May 11, 2008 at 11:16 AM  

    Anon is a rather vague term...but filled with ultimate hope, right?
    BTW, Amanda is asking about you two.