Unconquered
Trying to recapture the grace
with which a child,
In the late Summer breeze,
Dances barefoot on the sand,
I wipe a teardrop from my cheek,
Like the tide, with one single
wave,
Erases our footprints on the
shore.
Deceived into believing
That the sky is always blue
And that even in the wildest
thunderstorms
I could count on you,
I let your sun blind my eyes
And lost my heart in the depth
of your ocean -
Completely immersed in a whirlpool
of emotions,
Drowned under words haphazardly
spoken,
Washed up on the shore,
Flooded by the saltwater,
And broken by your indifference.
But.... just as the seagull
spreads its wings
And,
Unconquered,
Flies against Summer's harshest
winds,
I stand up,
My back against memories of a love
Burried under a million grains
of sand,
And gaze,
Accross endless miles of the
world's bluest eyes,
To the horizon
Where I know
The calm patiently awaits the
end of the storm.
I will dance once again barefoot in
the sand,
Unconquered.