Until The End Of Time Poem by Fallen Angel

A woman stands on silver rocks
she gazes out onto the scene
sun shining on her golden locks
her frame is tall, thin and lean

sand around her glitters-its cool
sun glints off the cerulean deep
casting shadows of the schools
the beauty almost makes you weep

she waits for the one she holds dear
to return from the sea so blue
all day she's waited, still from fear
she cannot bear it-her love so true

but he has not come yet of late
away on the salty ocean
but she will wait and wait and wait
standing here without a motion

she loves him so-a doubt not there
and to this day she's stands-not glum
age has colored her now-white hair
but to this day he hasn't come

but there always is the morrow
i do not think he's coming back-
she doesn't hang her head in sorrow
belief in him she does not lack

but i know where he is-not here
he is in the heart of his love
and to her he is always near
i look-she's not there a white dove

has taken her place upon the stone
she died of late-not long ago
and there the bird is- all alone
and she will stay but she can't go

'cause she's tied there by chains of hope
and anchored by a rock of grime
she's held there by an earthly rope
there she'll stay till the end of time