The Ebbing Tide of Surf

While the tears gushed loudly
like a waterfall of laughter,
He thought of the promises
broken and smashed,
and the girl with the garland thread
in her hair was smiling.

The rain will sing you a song
while the sun sleeps in its shell.
The pavement stones
are painted like some mosaic dream,
and the girl with the rainbow
smile was standing alone.

The glasses clink to symbolise
the end of another phase,
a week end web unwinding,
while work stands still,
and the girl with the crystal
cut eyes was laughing.

While the grandfather's neon face
approached the midnight quarter,
the white cloaked figure crept
from the shadows of revelry
and the girl with the ribbon
in her hair had gone

©Rosewing