Too late
My grey eyes gaze at grey skies
I realize it was all lies.
No one’s wise when faced with truth,
omnipotence of youth
melts like an ice cream cone on a summer’s day
and all I can say is I’m sorry.
The osprey
I often wonder why she fled
the purple-drenched sky.
An osprey cried “Let us pray”
I tried but nothing came out.
Grey caverns swallowed my soul,
she rolled ‘neath her headstone,
a subtle tone wrang in my head.
The bird then warbled a dirge
while I was on the verge
of following my love into tomorrow,
thus forever ending my sorrow.
Hamlet’s debate would seal my fate
one way or another.
And as the osprey sped away
I wondered if I’d live
to see another day.
‘Neath the grey gull’s wings
The irascible sea
slaps the shore’s indignant face
far and hard, harder still
till cliffs become sand
and white foam falls dizzyingly
into the distance.