The Shores Of.........

The Shores of Marguerite,
Unchaperoned she stands.
Her smile shines as moonlight,
Her fragrance shores the sands..

Her arms extend wide,
Her toes the shore can feel.
The waves of crashing silence,
Can never shore her heel.

In wait of the tide,
Every night and day.
Her smile - an endless wait
To ebb herself away..

Her incense still lingers,
In the stills of my time.
I linger in her incense,
As my doom dawns sublime.

The Shores of Marguerite,
If u happen to go there;
A spectre clad in white,
Awaits life in despair......

Posted by: Hirak
Poetry In Motion Orkut Community
8/17/2006 9:46 PM