The Silent Sea
She stood
beside the sea,
and watched
the sky,
in mirrors
of waves,
upon the
golden shore,
overhead,
the seagulls
swooped
and arced,
weaving light
in invisible
nets
of crystal
geometries,
the sun slipping
beyond
the distance
and mountains,
sentinels
of ancient times,
and lore.
And upon
the receding tide,
ripples of time,
the dance
of days
were written
in colours,
silhouettes
and shadows,
above,
the first stars,
like wishes
flickering
as candles,
illuminating promises
from the advancing
hush of night,
one first step,
she took.
One step,
and then
another,
and again,
until further
she had walked,
into the emptiness
the spaces
between there
and then,
here and now,
and left
this world
for another,
the waters
closing in silence,
the wings
of her heavens
closing,
into the dusk
and cold,
the forever
at dawn,
to sing
no more.
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