There Beyond The Brine - Poem by Franc Rodriguez
There upon the twirling waves, a sudden swashing sound could be heard.
As the water billows then it becomes, the rising surf through the day.
From the far away distance, a lone seagull thenceforth appeared.
And the swell that quickly reached the shale, then ceases to sway.
Amid the hovering clouds, the sight of the morning sun could be seen.
And the bustling sea is once again calmed and pacified.
The twirling waves are now mere ripples of splendour and sheen.
There nearby the wharf, where our love was always solidified.
And I find myself there among the comfort of the shells we once found.
Although my heart at times I come to find is in much distress.
When I think of her being gone out of regret, I thump the ground.
It would be sheer delight to me, if I could send to her and S.O.S.
It would be to tell her in the end, that I am fine.
I shall cherish in my heart always our time together.
And I shall find her indeed there beyond the brine.
For it is there we shall come as lovers, to dwell forever.
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