Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Out there somewhere
The ship once sailed,
The horizon
As far as eyes

Could see, her dear
Father drowned in
Deepest sea far
Out beyond her

Eyes fine sight, but
Sometimes at night,
In darkest dreams,
In bed afloat

On mattress waves,
She thinks she sees
Him still adrift
On water's skin,

Thin arms raised high,
Hands waving, voice
Carried harshly
Upon the wind,

His eyes pearl white
From moon's bright shine,
Then he is gone,
Vanished from sight.

HOLY SH*T!!!!!! This is really good!

Thank you for reading, Lao.

What an unexpectedly haunting piece. The painting, is it yours dadio?

Thank you, Judih. No, but I cannot remember the artist. I down loaded it last year from Photo Bucket.

A look at trying not to believe what must be. Well done.

They speak of stages of grief. This is denial, I guess. Thank you, Jim.