The Sea Black
The Sea Black
The sea rhythms
Still the town sounds
And muted lights blink
In the whispering rainfall.
The night-gulls cry,
Lost in their Sehnsucht.
Carried on a plaintive wind
Hidden in the darkness.
The pier creaks another year,
Fearful of winter storms.
Splintered and slowly yielding to
Relentless, unforgiving waves.
An empty promenade where
Echoes of summer children,
Hide behind shuttered stalls,
Waiting for the spring tides.
He recalls he was once t