Ear phones recommended:
the sun climbs slowly then drops fast
the blue sky turns to black
the shortened day asks one question
when are you coming back
the motor cycle’s two-stroke cough
echoes off the garage door
imagined drums without a beat
I miss you even more
masts tremble in the autumn breeze
singing their song of pain
anchored boats have lost their joy
since you are gone again
the mermaid stands in evening light
at far off hills she stares
metallic teardrops in her eyes
perhaps she too still cares
nature too feels the misery
plane and palm trees pine
withered leaves fall sad to earth
wishing you were still mine
the cyclist wobbles from the kerb
uncertain as the tide
my hardened heart is unperturbed
already dead inside
So very sad and lonely.
It is true that their is no greater sadness than the loneliness of separated lovers. The reader can feel the poet’s pain.
Even Medville loses its magic.
Excuse my careless typo please, I meant ‘there is no greater…’
A man on a bike, a moto beside a tin door, the wind whistling across the port…
It is all magic.
Beautiful. And everything Rochelle said.
And everything I said to Rochelle.
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Dear sweet Elephant,
Such wistful longing, sweetly conveyed. Listening to poet’s voice brings it closer to the heart.
Glad you like it.
When I saw the chap on the bike it all just fell into place!