Old Wooden Pier Moving stars trust about her mystical - TopicsExpress

Old Wooden Pier Moving stars trust about her mystical eyes From fallen words to bottomless dreams Indifferent sprinklings of dampened cries Opening wounds from his scandalous lies Far-reaching was the sun behind grey and blue Crass clouds vein the heavens touched by God Seagulls soar, glide and flee to a perilous sea As rippling waters, merge on the sloping jetty Alone she waits upon the old wooden pier With ringing and shouting in both her ears In the lonesomeness of faith turned to fear Forever wondering why it all had to end here Vanishing skies giveaway to the sea below As she spends her days and nights alone Kneeling on the pier in total self denial Waiting, waiting for his returning smile