The waves of the sea
Speak to me,
Like lovers past.
Some were storms,
Some high tides,
Some still at outlying mast.
Some that promised
To be a hurricane,
Fell short and ebbed,
Ere they came.
I tarry now at
The shore, as a new
Squall appears afore.
I'm a teacher and a writer. My life runs on my love for literature and poetry and music and cinema.
