She sat there waiting for the sun to set.
Between the shoreline and mountain, waiting.
Here a memory, near her heart is kept.
There she guards it to keep it from fading.
It is unknown whom she is waiting for,
And watching to return from the cold sea.
Or perhaps from beyond the mountains ‘ore
He’ ll fly. Her lover, friend, maybe a she?
It matters not. In those eyes pure love burns.
I needn’t see the face nor hear the name,
To know she feels pain in waiting her turn,
Though she loves with love, and is loved the same.
At the foot of mountains, on the shoreline,
She’ll wait with her love until the end time.
As each cold wave on the shoreline crashing,
She solemnly stands waiting for the tide.
The merciless surf, on the beach breaking.
Not admitting, but this is where she wants to hide.
I’ve seen her watch the wave through the seasons,
Their call, she has never given answer.
One cannot know for certain the reason,
But she is no coward. That, I’ll give her.
She’ll find no comfort in death, this is known.
The ocean waves will bring no placid dreams,
She will not hide in this sleep of death so,
Away she walks from the sea and its team-
Ing with despair she wants none of today.
To never return to that beach, she’ll say.
This one is about a woman who, after years of struggling with thoughts of suicide, ultimately realizing that death is not the answer and proving herself strong and brave after having been to the edge, she is able to walk away and never turn back.