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>> Black Shore (Cladach Dubh)

In autumn evenings' ebb of light Distant beaches wash from sight Draining seas of land toward night As silhouetted masts hail a fading sky. While eyes attempt a far off shore Dimmed until they see no more, Darkness grounds to echoed sounds. But these, too, fail as just a play Of water lapping round the bay. Breeze felt senses lift in mist Which gently tossing Throws the hair

Cooled on lips to subtle kisses Touched of lulling chilling air. Vision Fixed

Upon the black, Is she out there Looking back? Of such fantasy, No cure.

Unsettled hearts must so endure. And so enduring glimpse a ray Of light escaped from far away.

Does it know my secret sorrow? Will it fade Before the morrow? Seldom is my fancy dulled Before the evening shade is pulled. Adrift on seas of loneliness Sad hearts seek bearings less than this.