at the far end of the rocky ledge, she stands
her gigantic torso crowned with her ebullient gaze
the advancing surf breaking down into
countless pearls at her heels
yet her eyes still search for that lost pearl
that once
rendered her heart a beat,
compelled her eyes to fantasies,
provoked her to love… an unnatural love,
today she stands alone shedding light to the seekers, voyagers, sailors
but her moist eyes and frozen heart waits for her seafarer’s return
years ago he embarked on a voyage with a promise to return next full moon
thousands of moons passed, yet there’s no trace of his vessel nor any scent of him.
—
her effervescent stare stagnates on the choppy waters, sighs and swells
her once radiant trunk now skimmed and scarred by each salty splash
on the blond grits, a tiny metal fragment washed ashore, catches her sight
the melting gold peeking from behind the greys, glistening on it;
her mute growls, her voiceless heart halts, “It’s his Boat”
“he never abandoned me, his battle was long over, but I, continue”
and abruptly the thundering greys turn black, pitch black, a thunderbolt
crashing and crumbling she melts into the ocean, her chunks wondering all over the blues
and the age-old Lighthouse sinks gaily to meet her beloved deep into the ocean floors
Bliss! ultimately, boundless hearts meet under the boundless brine.
PicCourtesy: 123rf
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