The beach
"I'm in love with those long winter walks by the beach
then I listen and stare at the dark, foaming sea,
knowing he's lonely, none for him there to reach,
with his solitude roaring, he's not angry with me.
One lost toddler's toy still misses small fingers
one parentless crab, side-marches by me,
one small piece of wood with a memory that lingers
of one ship he-was-of, and then ceased to be.
And I,
I'm still waiting for that map in a bottle,
not losing my hope, although I'm still far,
for one glimpse faraway, always finds me believing,
that there may be another, looking at the same star.
And yet,
There's no kiss as sad as the ocean's
to the heavens he reaches, with his waves and his foam,
and she answers with yearning through sunsets and mornings,
yet there's no place they meet, wherever they roam.
I'm in love with those long winter walks by the sea,
when I stroll with my thoughts, in the soft, tingling mist,
then I join with the ocean's caressing of shore,
and with a whisper I swear, that I know she exists."
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Niniki: | Zondag, april 24, 2005 00:19 |
| Geweldig geschreven. traan...stil Echt mooi. groetjes Niniki |
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| BloodElf: | Zaterdag, april 23, 2005 12:12 |
| Een gedicht met een verbeelding ;) Echt onwijs Hip gedaan! | |
| The King Cobra: | Zaterdag, april 23, 2005 10:27 |
| wauw...... echt prachtig.... -xxx- Matt... |
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| flores: | Zaterdag, april 23, 2005 10:22 |
| Mooi verwoord, en inderdaad nooit de hoop opgeven... Liefs.. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nefertete | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 april 2005 | ||
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