By JH Sayyar
I stood alone at the pebbled shore at dawn,
The sky a quilt of gray and amber hue,
Waves, like ancient prayers, came drifting on,
Whispered truths the stars alone once knew.
Each stone beneath my feet smooth with time,
Each one a tale of tide and silent grace,
Their hush more eloquent than poet’s rhyme,
More tender than a long-lost lover’s face.
The wind, a breath of ghosts from out the deep,
Brushed past cheek with memory’s chill sigh,
Awaking wounds I thought I tried to sleep,
Yet left me clear beneath the widening sky
Alas! The world may leave the heart unsure,
The blue sea remains, eternal and obscure.
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