Such emptiness wells up inside
Search in vain, someplace to hide.
Betrayal to the heart is plunder,
Soul and spirit rent assunder.
Looking for love’s shelter gone,
Chilling dusk of setting sun.
The barren sea laps at the shore,
Emploring, pleading – love me more.
The moon rains down its pale chill light,
The warmth of day dissolved by night.
And in the dark a lone wolf cries,
A haunted look within her eyes.
She lays down by the darkened sea,
Still rolling out its empty plea.
Then hypnotized by ocean’s reach,
She slinks across the stretch of beach.
And walks into the dark sea-foam,
Never more to be alone.
Anne P. Mitchell
7/28/88
