Lost at sea . . .

Demon of the Storm

The sun scantily flickers across the waves crest.
Shadows of the deep creep on by below.
Loss and passion in every gusty wale.
Foreboding, even in the sweetest farewell,
as a storm filled wind capsizes the lofty sail.

The absorbing tide,
with its thunderous roar,
pounds furiously an island into rock and sand.
Mists caught low upon a chilly sea,
clutch tightly to the feathery palm tree stand.

A sullen echo, sounds muted across the swell.
Swift breezes wander freely over the world,
propelling waves to crash violently along the shore.
A terrible fate to have fallen into the whispering waves.
Years of solitude await, since flaming ships sail no more.

Turn away and look past the distant moors.
Across a sea that stretches far too wide,
as waves continue to roll out beyond the west.
Listen for the drowning heart that slowly beats,
for the demon of the storm has done the rest.

Shay White
Copyright 2007 All Rights Reserved

Deep Black Sea

The Game You Played

Bewildered now, I stand apart,
clutching tightly a hollow heart . . .

My sorrow is felt from deep within.
As I ponder you, the tears begin.

For a brief moment in time,
I thought you really cared . . .
the feelings you triggered,
my soul you bared.

I've since that moment,
thrown into a deep black sea,
what was once my beating heart,
forever lost to you, forever lost to me.

. . . the price I paid,
for the game you played.

Shay White
Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

Could Not Last

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Shay White

Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved

Best Friends

Perfect Rhyme

A body is weary and a heart becomes sad,
as he remembers his own face, when he was a lad.
Buried dreams, long left upon two souls apart,
resurface when recalling a once possessed, faithful heart.

He vows to change all before his time on earth is done,
and entrance into eternity, for both of them has begun.
He longs for their hearts and minds, forever to be,
as two bodies in motion, again in time like the sea.

Sentiment echoes moments of the sweetest desire,
with the memory of gazing into her eyes, filled with fire.
The dream to be one soul until the very end of time,
to again be lost within their rhythmic, perfect rhyme.

© Shay White

Soul Mates

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Shay White
Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved

Midnight Rose

Roses Fade

No single blame, in a world of shame.
Intruding everywhere, a violent, murderous race.
Generations of memories unwind, unhindered,
history through the years, life rolls on, unstoppable.
One by one into tomorrow's sun.
So shall be, until the world is undone.
While waters flow and the roses fade.

Shay White

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

The Red Serpent

Mystic Mountain

Ghost hunting . . .

Castle Ruins

A walk down a corridor of solid stone,
passing through the darkness, yet not alone.
From the corner of the eye, shadows flow,
under the faint torch light, you glimpse your foe.

Echoes of footsteps, glide through eternity,
marking the way to the spirits immortality.
Out of the shadowed hallways of the past,
a light upon long ago lives, once again is cast.

Through long ebbing tides, time still flows,
stars through empty turret windows, forever glow.
The soft breeze bears all whispers away,
as dawn dwells through yet another day.

As the sun goes down shining against the west,
the darkness once again begins to crest.
Illuminating the silken forms of wispy white,
haunting once again dark halls, of the castle ruins at night.

© Shay White

When keeping secrets . . .

Camelot

I have yet to see the alternative.
The guarantee that will keep me going,
throughout the innocence of my motions.
The ordeal that harkens to Camelot,
and to the ending of the world within.

The power to use my knowledge for personal gain,
is a conspiracy that my heart is not willing to accept.
I feel that I have been dragged under,
the weight of this responsibility, without which,
I fear I would falter and give in.

© Shay White