One Last Dance
The waves roar and spill their embracing foams upon the sandy beach.
High above on a cliff I stand,
My hair blowing in the salty breeze.
A single tear rolls down my cheek and hangs upon my chin;
A tear for my pain,
A tear for my sorrow,
A tear for my tragic loss.
Below me the waves roar and spill their embracing foams upon the sandy beach.
A take one step and join those waves
For one last lonely dance.

©1996 V. Cast, National Library Of Poetry - Whispers In The Wind