A single flower, lay upon these darkened shores.
Beneath the soft light of Stars and Moon,
the sound of waves, washes gently ashore
and the pale, fragile being, gazes skyward silently.
As I walk, lost in shadowed musings,
a cool breeze caresses the shining dunes.
The lone flower sighs into the wind.
Twinkling stars are lost in black petals,
splayed out, around porcelain and jade.
I sit beside the lone beauty.
A sweet scent mixes with the salty ocean air,
as I gaze sadly, upon my lonely flower.
She reaches up, with arms an ethereal glow,
and we embrace; a long forgotten touch.
These nights alone, on our sleeping strands,
are our bitter-sweet moments of respite,
where we can hide, amongst our dreams.
Watching the familiar sky,
I hear the all-too-familiar sigh;
a soft cry, a prayer, unto the night.
The grief I feel is as hers.
We watch the sky brighten with the coming morn;
however hard we try, we cannot stop the light.
We say our tearful goodbyes.
She returns to her land of dark and sorrow,
and I, to my shining, gold abode.