A Girl Walking

She walks the warm sand
She walks the breeze that is getting colder
She walks beside an Ocean of Water
Under an Ocean of Light
She walks a sky untroubled by clouds

And if you were that zephyred wind dragon
Running your breezy finger through her amber hair
You might hear her tell herself that she loves him
Even though he is not here to dance with her
To the crash-thunder wave crash
The rippling receding crimson music as the water returns to the Sea

She wipes at her eyes
And notices that no two waves are the same
She wonders if its that way with snowflakes
As if anyone could imagine snow
Here

She walks the warm sand
She walks the breeze that is getting colder
She walks beside an Ocean of Water
Under an Ocean of Light
She walks a sky untroubled by clouds

Her playful invisible dragon
The wind
Plays with her hair – Tugs at her clothes
Cool turquoise waters bring a ship of Fantasy
Rippling images play across her mind

And if you were that zephyred wind dragon
Running your breezy finger through her amber hair
You might hear her tell herself that she loves him
Even though he is not here to dance with her
To the crash-thunder wave crash
The rippling receding crimson music as the water returns to the Sea

She sits beside a huge rock and tries to talk to him
But he does not answer
She talks about our diminished age
Compares our art with the greater ages that are behind us
Ages from which we are exiles
Tiny ships of flesh tossed by the hidden currents of Time and Fate
Coursing the endless oceans of existence

She watches as the Sun quenches itself in crimson robes
Talks to him about the turquoise waters of infinite depth
Illuminated from below
A strange Eerie and disturbing glow that terrifies her
An abyss unlike any in the natural world
Where Time eats all our actions
Dreams and desires
Even her words
So the Voyage ends in the abyss

She walks the cooling sand
She walks the breeze that is getting cold
She walks beside an Ocean of Water
Under an Ocean of Night
She walks a sky untroubled by clouds

The tide comes in
And touches her feet

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

2 thoughts on “A Girl Walking”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s