Love

The wind from the ocean sweeps 
Over splinters of the beaten floor, 
Sun dried, salt dried, tear stained, 
Having known intimately my pacing feet. 
 
Your boots no longer by my door, 
Sounds of your breath but an echo in my head, 
The ocean sings songs sweetly, seemingly uncaring 
She took you away without asking. 
 
Mournful gulls sing regrets and eulogies, 
The sun dances playfully about the room, inviting, 
But my heart remains cold, broken, submerged 
Beneath the ocean where my dream went to die. 
 
I see your ship glowing in the dark of night 
Beacon of heaven, pulling me in, 
Dark waters of longing shall wash me out 
To the place you now call home.

Dark tide