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Awaiting the waning moon
This lost sea-shore
At the last moments
Of earthly time
We counted the pebbles
As if in their number
Some final revelation
Of heavenly design
Would save us just in time, just in time

Silvery and sepulchral
Just ghosts in the making
Our flesh yet defiant
Withering on our bones
Reaching for each other
Yet terminally alone
We savoured the shore
The watery brine
As though it would save us
Just in time, just in time

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Moontide

  1. I have found the sea to save me just in time every time. Lovely, Helen

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