A cry A moan Roaring like the distant sea But with a ghostly whine The cold wind Shrieking through The November empty tree Some tatters of leaves still left The bones of the dead Rattling at the crunch of their cast off brothers Being smashed beneath my feet The early season ice pellets Bite into my face The sting reminding me That I am alive Despite all of the evidence The wind Rips through my tattered heart Calling your name But gets echoes Of the November empty trees In return
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Unfortunately I couldn’t find any pictures to match the mood ;) I guess I take happy pictures. (I spent some time trying to make that picture more moody…)
You said something That reminded me Of a romance Now forgotten So quite bold I went off Writing to echoes Of my pounding heart Repeating sweet memories Verses about shadows Words of an ache long quenched But sometimes You say something That reminds me Simply Of you And then I ask myself What should I write?
Selina could feel the throb of the Ocean pulsing through her long before she could actually make out the roar of the waves. The beat of the earth’s salty heart made a rhythm with her own, a dance she alone shared with the mighty Sea.
But as she followed her thin shadow across the silvery landscape she realized that another heard his call. For climbing up behind her, as she neared the westward ledge over the water, was her soul-sister, Moon. She had a special relationship with Moon. Sometimes, when no one was watching, Selina danced a slow, sinewy dance with sister Moon. It was an old dance, a dance that came from her soul, a restless dance of subtle movements far removed from that earthy dance of the pulsating beat of Ocean. For the flow and ebb of sister moon took weeks to complete, from absence to full and back to nothing again, always changing, always restless but always there. The music of the Ocean, also restless, pulsed seconds between waves, hours between tides, creating a much quicker, Earthier, lewder dance. Continue reading →