Seahorse

the Sky bleeds crystalline tears,
while weary spirits, waifs awash in taffeta & tulle,
peer wild-eyed through the Storm;
we watch: they fade, they reappear;

We cannot touch their hands;
the beach, once here, sighs lonely echoes,
sighs;

lonely echoes, moan the silence
lonely echoes
lonely echoes
the beach, deprived, shows only echoes now.

the beach once filled us with Her colours
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Movement II

see the Seahorse Gallop on parade?
now remember?

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Movement III
see the dead seahorse on the torn blanched beach?
you scream yourself hoarse;
you scream yourself to Sleep

your dream of stallions moans a Truth,
as a vicious steel wind plunders you into empty sea-rocked Night

in this New Ocean's Night
our Hearts embrace an empty ache -

we cannot touch a maidens' hand,
although we try; we weep for her;

we move, in line,  as if they stole our eyes