By Peter Jones © 2012
Alone unburdened in the sands
Shifting endlessly, teasingly between toes.
Gazing across Her bruised ocean’s wake,
Roaring at Her victims in the distance.
Sun, falling under Her drowning cries,
Quelling the shard remains of wronged glares.
Moon, growing to full bloom,
Bathing the waters in spectral awe.
In solitude Her power seduces.
Lost enchantments resonate from Her core.
Pulling under relinquished desires
Of the heart, warming Her.
In mourning, fresh promises
Delivered in recurring waves.
Retreating tides concede, a breath
Withdrawn in selfish haste
Lustful is Her trembling
In defiance, deaf to Her silent alarms
Precious life rescinding to dirt, ubiquitous Her gaze.
Behold what lies in plain sight, Her pure form
Graceful is Her demeanour in adversary,
Fallen are the granite fortresses of old.
Her love is sacrificed for brightly jewels
Malevolent deeds sown, harming Her.
Trees weeping, rooted in affliction
Dancing leaves betray the wind’s wrath.
Quivering lands underlie feet planted deep
Vented thoughts. Her advice is disdain to mortal ears
Alone burdened, muddied and fallen
Disappearing to caverns buried, worms clawing the knees.
In desperation, bowed at Her temple
Burning sacrifices extinguished with piercing crimson eyes.
Rising mercury muffles merciful requests
Mist drains the desperate cries for absolution.
Distinguished lives of the heart, loving Her.
Her will is told, symmetry!
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