Elizabeth Lorrey


I stand at the edge

feel the pull of a lonely call

lost in the sound... as I wait...

for the words to wash into shore

I can't turn away

it's always the same

with the first, cold kiss of the sea

I drown again


And the world turns slowly through space

As the night folds over the day


I stare at the moon

a pale reflection against the night

pressing my eyes until shapes

in the shadows, swimming to life

the burst of a star

and it’s over again

but the taste of the words lingering still

I’m left to explain


And the world turns slowly through space

As the night folds back into day


Hear the whispers on stone

On a ribbon of sound,

twisting & diving the ghost of a song

And it swims inside my head

Until slowly the dawning

The voice I hear calling is that of my own

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