Closing Time


Your love crashes into my heart,
Like the ocean waves thunderous attack
On a desolate white sand beach.
Our souls similar to the seagulls
Flight through the sea breeze,
Tossed to and fro, changing direction
With each swirling gust of wind;
Managing to stay in flight to
Pursue an uncharted destination.
We stand with our backs against the paths
Of civilization, not desirous of the wanton
Collective mass of materialism.
We watch wondrously as the waves
Magnetically slide back to the sea.
In labor of the constant push and pull,
Of the sun and the moon, the light and
The dark, or the love and the hate.
It's wondrous that we survive
At all, and do we really survive?
This test of time is immeasurable, and
Leads only to the end of uncertainty.
Our love slips away, like the
Snowman in the cool sun.
We find each other thereafter,
In a much more beautiful place.
We laugh at the conspicuous nature,
Which our love was at once,
And vow to have faith in
Our hearts forever.

By David Semans

 

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