My Secret writings hidden on the midnight beach,
Surreptitiously hidden from the eyes that criticises my poems of love,
The only love I've ever had. There're were not mere melancholic strings,
Which were lost clandestinely not, but hidden of course, then found..
The whispering winds over me they're like those kisses from he
A man forgotten not and never will be.
In my romancing am often alone, the loneliness as I walk alone
That lonesome beach where we often meet clandestinely..
On the far horizon a twinkling light in the distance,
Some distance away mid ocean.
Maybe the light of a boat a ship a dinghy
But it cant be seen in the distance of mid ocean..
Those fisherman with whom I converse in the mornings.
Now darkness descends brewing up a storm,
Hurry they must if there're fishing for the market,
If they want not to get caught up in that storm !
With the sounds of pealing laughter worrying not over a little storm..
The striking of blue light in the sky not so far from where I stand,
That streak of lightning nearest to me.
Alone soul stood all alone all on his own,
Standing there beguiled lost not, gone !
The sea wild so wild rising its mantle one more time,
Its wildness awesome to see, as ones stands by mesmerised by its ferocity,
Then all hell breaks loose the struck of lightning,
The sea rose with the splashing of the waves I saw he's face in silhouette..
Sending shivers down my spine, was that he ? could it be he..
How could it be he, here now..It cant be he.
As I go forward towards him, he turns round smiling such an engaging smile,
That very handsome man; But of course it wasn't he..
As I walk away smiling at him such a vision before one eyes,
Just followed him visually drinking that wonderful walk of his, Panther like.
Yet again the rain comes down soaking me through,
Cooling down my senses the fire in me..
As I look away sighing, shame that wasn't he !
I left alone with my thoughts soaking wet bereft ..
Could that have been HE ?
Surreptitiously hidden from the eyes that criticises my poems of love,
The only love I've ever had. There're were not mere melancholic strings,
Which were lost clandestinely not, but hidden of course, then found..
The whispering winds over me they're like those kisses from he
A man forgotten not and never will be.
In my romancing am often alone, the loneliness as I walk alone
That lonesome beach where we often meet clandestinely..
On the far horizon a twinkling light in the distance,
Some distance away mid ocean.
Maybe the light of a boat a ship a dinghy
But it cant be seen in the distance of mid ocean..
Those fisherman with whom I converse in the mornings.
Now darkness descends brewing up a storm,
Hurry they must if there're fishing for the market,
If they want not to get caught up in that storm !
With the sounds of pealing laughter worrying not over a little storm..
The striking of blue light in the sky not so far from where I stand,
That streak of lightning nearest to me.
Alone soul stood all alone all on his own,
Standing there beguiled lost not, gone !
The sea wild so wild rising its mantle one more time,
Its wildness awesome to see, as ones stands by mesmerised by its ferocity,
Then all hell breaks loose the struck of lightning,
The sea rose with the splashing of the waves I saw he's face in silhouette..
Sending shivers down my spine, was that he ? could it be he..
How could it be he, here now..It cant be he.
As I go forward towards him, he turns round smiling such an engaging smile,
That very handsome man; But of course it wasn't he..
As I walk away smiling at him such a vision before one eyes,
Just followed him visually drinking that wonderful walk of his, Panther like.
Yet again the rain comes down soaking me through,
Cooling down my senses the fire in me..
As I look away sighing, shame that wasn't he !
I left alone with my thoughts soaking wet bereft ..
Could that have been HE ?
Connie James
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