At_Last

Cladach Dubh (Black Shore) G.F.E. McGuiness

In autumn evening ebb of light Distant beaches wash from sight Draining seas of land to night As silhouetted masts cling a fading sky. Though eyes attempt the distant shore They dim as it exists no more. Darkness grounds in echoed sounds. But these, too, fall to just a play Of water lapping on the bay. A breeze of senses in the mist Whose gentle tossing Throws the hair Cools these lips in subtle kisses Touched of lulling chilling air. Vision Fixed Upon the black, Is she out there Looking back? Of this fantasy, No cure. Unsettled hearts must so endure. And so enduring see a ray Of light escaped from far away.

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