I walked the shore one lonesome night; <br />a shore so far from your embrace. <br />I heard the waves lap at the shore <br />and heard the voice of the sweetly singing sea. <br />How dark it was; as my world always is <br />when you are not near to me. <br />What narrow beam of hallowed light <br />shown forth from the silent moon! <br />It comforted me in my despairing solitude <br />as I knew you may have been looking <br />at that self-same sky, that self-same moon. <br />How ancient her comfort is! <br />How ancient the concept of parted lovers! <br />I left but a single set <br />of impressions in the sand, <br />washing away with the lapping waves. <br />A solitary set of prints for a solitary heart, <br />quiet in it's dark encasement; <br />quiet in desperation for the sound <br />of singing angels in heaven, <br />known only to me as your voice! <br />I walked the shore one lonesome night; <br />with my eyes dry as the desert, <br />as they had forgotten how to cry. <br />In the darkness I could have not been alone, <br />but garish day had begun to break, <br />exposing my solitary walk <br />without the companion of my heart. <br />I stood and watched as the waves took the prints of my walk, <br />and saw that no wave could take your prints <br />left on my heart. <br /> <br />23 February 2oo8<br /><br />Rebekah Gamble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-solitary-walk/
