(Image only for representation purpose. Copyright lies with the artist. Not Waving but Drowning Fine Art Print - Trudi Doyle)
He walked, bare feet, on a mass of crushed sea-shellsCoarse sand clung onto him, he watched herAfar; sitting motionless on a wind-beaten rockAs if waiting for knell
'Wosh-wosh' screamed the wavesGloriously furious, crashing on the moss-covered dockThey came high, they came lowYet slow, the sea so magnificentthey seemed insignificantHe watched her, sitting motionlessAs if waiting for knell
Ominous clouds o'er headplayed hide-n-seek with the moonthreatening to steal light till noonHe prayed, she'd move and he'd take her away
somewhere warm, happy and safe
And then she turned to look at him,
Him eager, she like waif, smiled
his heart in blithe
Only to step deep into the waters
Now safe from the knell
(This is from a dream I had recently)
