Thrashing waves pounding against the rocks, the sound of distant <br />seagulls screaching from afar, all seem to know the time is near <br /> <br />Distantly the amber glow of a lonely lighthouse seems to be <br />fading further and further out of sight, sadows now make it only <br />visiable <br /> <br />Fading in and out, I can still feel the numbness which has actually <br />become my only reprieve from reality <br /> <br />Ever so close now, my dear, time is no longer a commodity <br />nor is it even an equation <br /> <br />Smoky spaces seem to be more present than the air I breath <br />Even after the seagulls no longer cry, the lighthouse loses its shadow <br />After the doves now replace the darkness, will I ever stop loving you......<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-love-3/
