By Eugene O. Azucena
The last straw of daylight
riding through the waves–
romance in sight.
The humping
of light and sea
create high waves–splashing.
Overlapping
The sounds turn louder
Swooshing..
Rolling and cuddling,
Until it reaches the shore
Panting..
Intertwined
losing the light slowly,
and slowly.
Signalling calm and peace.
Attracting serenity
and bliss.
Reaching ashore, they iron the sands
Their last cry–
Their final dance.
Leaving stones awash,
and shells,
and trash.
Light, alas, leaves.
The sea continues its dance
Bereaves!
The sounds and embraces have gone–
Romancing itself
Swimming on its own.
Waiting for the next–
Sunrise
To start fresh.
It’s now dark
At the other end,
Pray light may unbend.
The pain
Of longing,
the sorrow of losing
Light never really left,
Only circling to come back;
Make up for time bereft.
