Lamentation
It’s the same sea
Salt between my toes
Yet grey without the sun
Sometimes I wonder if the beach can Relate to the emotion of being without You when the sun sets
If the birds still feel the joy of flying Without your light shining through
If the sky still feels beautiful without your mirror
…
The breeze left in the spot where you used to be
Planting shivers on my skin
The footstep moving away from the sand
Leaving you as lonely as you were the night before
Then the sky left softer
A warm glow of your promises
A golden dream
A deserted heart
A light that lasts long after you’ve slept beneath the horizon
-Papillon
