The Changing Perspective
The stretch of water mating with the clear blue sky
at the horizon as the sun bids good bye
shades of crimson hue merging with the blue
a scenery my little eyes drank in delight
of the puddles and sand castles, a deathly task
my tiny hands carving out names on sand
fighting the waves, its unfair, I wail
and then entertained with an interesting tale
of a world under the water surface
of mermaid, dolphin, prince and princess
Years passed and the views changed
With my sweetheart as we strolled as one
hand in hand through the shingle beach
barefoot making love with the sand
of the lips meeting, a tinge of salt
as we sat cuddled, on the lonely bench
the sea seemed jealous of the sight
for there was a rise in tide, a fight
as if the waves were eager to reach
to break us apart and cause a breach
It did succeed for I was deceived
blinded by the sugar coated words
for it erased all the memories sweet
of days I had spent by the waterfront
of the innocence of childhood
and of the blissful youth
I am a stranger to those
which the memories hold
for there is no love as forbade
only the darkness seems to pervade
Now the loneliness accompanies me
as I am embraced by the strange whispers
the eerie night air chill my bones
and all I see is the gloom and sighs
© Nadiya(11 May '15)
* Placed 3rd in the contest 'Memories of the Sea' by Isaiah Zerbst on 15 May 2015.
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