SILENT MAIDEN

waiting with eyes half open in grim anticipation 
for an expected, inevitable fate 
what heavy emotion awaits one half.. 
since the clock has entered the night so late 
still she wonders, she hopes.... 
pondering endless dreams, of a fading reality 
the chilled foamed tides of fortune may one night turn 
to her crouched figure 
she dreams... dreams..... 
soaking her through, saturating her shivering form, and splashing away her tears 
in an arctic, frigid spray of winter, jovial 
coldness... cold relief... 
her raven tresses gently bristle against her white pale face 
forlorn eyes filled with crystalline dew drops of sorrow 
whispering 
into the wind for an impossible return asking 
for a love completed, and forever reborn 
yet the night wind howls, the ocean roars 
the silent maiden listens to its tales of random, sad lore 
crouching in the dampness 
her emotions overtake her 
she doesn’t notice a shadow, her lover’s spirit 
soaring, high over yonder 
By Leo Sun