I

 

She is the one who slipped away,

Off to an enchanted island,

Where the sun bleeds gold in the west.

And waves crashed in rhythm with the heartbeat.

Listen closely amidst the cacophony,

To the tune deep within my heart, a constant, quiet whisper.

And every sigh carries your name.

A prayer on the ocean’s breath.

 

II

 

I wished that the longing of my soul would reach you, wherever you are.

Transcending time, space, and distance.

A desperate search

Fueled by a love that burns like a fiery fire.

Will I ever find you, my love?

Back her on the shore, where promises were made.

Underneath the covers we imagined our future.

Will I close my eyes and open them to find you in my face?

 

III

 

Delightful memories of you guide me,

As I paint your beautiful face on a clean canvas,

Try to trace your laugh lines with gentle brush strokes.

And emphasized the ocean’s blueness of your eyes,

With fiery red hues at the edges.

I will find you, my love.

You are all I see when the days get dark.

Like a calming fragrance, you set my spirit at ease.

 

IV

 

Footsteps trawling, following a path carved by an echoing song.

“Holding your hands and waiting for dawn,” the lyrics played in my mind.

The familiar warmth of your embrace,

To chase the shadows and fears away.

The highlight of a fading day.

A solace for this weary heart of mine.

A vision to behold.

I s an absolute wonder.

 

V

 

Notes were tattered, muffled from countless readings.

The unrevealed secrets between us.

The scent of lavender on the sheets.

Fond reminiscence that lingers in my head,

The image of sunlight shimmering on your golden locks.

Although I have an indescribable pain,

And the emptiness that I cannot fill.

Yet, hope is not lost.

 

VI

 

The gulls cry out a mournful chorus.

Whisper haunts the gloomy air.

The lingering chord of our favorite love ballad.

There was a time when we danced our hearts out.

The good old times,

Before things went south.

What happened to us?

Where did we go wrong?

 

VII

No walls could cage you.

You have always been a free spirit,

And I could never keep up with the pace you set.

Perhaps around the next bend,

If you would slow down a bit so I could catch up,

But you never did.

Instead, you went off into the fog.

Off to the coast of somewhere beautiful.

 

VIII

 

Free from any earthly restraint,

She roams beneath the dark and clear skies,

Utterly unfazed.

While it was never what I wanted.

I know that I have to set her free.

I do not own her;

In reality, no one could own her.

She is the Queen of the Coast.