In the light of the setting sun I see you
silhouetted against a sky sublime
standing still and silent you seem
... so sad ... so serious ...
... so alone ...
- I am here -
I long to shout
to scream an inspired soliloquy
drowning out the raucous seagulls
speaking directly to your soul.
The stifled whisper dies in my throat
as you turn and I see you are
... smiling ...
... self-sufficient ...
the seagulls scatter at the sound of my sigh
and I realise only I
am superfluous to the scene.
You alone
are serene.
-michelle chapman-
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Published by xx.Alyssa.xx: 11:53 AM
Updated On: 1/25/2007 at 12:36 PM
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