Some unfinished symphony
an impossible - love.
She walks along the shore
absentmindedly kicking shingle
into a turning tide – cold black water - 
gulls screeching - a haunting lament.
Her auburn hair is tied and hidden
inside a headscarf - a tight restriction -
Yet even this restraint - can’t remove her
fortitude - her will - that back-hands fates
twisted fortune far out to sea.
She hears the distant Ship’s horn
on the edge of someone else’s horizon -
watches the shimmering reflection of
cold harbour lights skipping on the rise
and fall of restless - relentless waves.
She will be loved.
Later - she walks past the
false façade of some new
shopping mall and catches herself 
in the window.
She removes her headscarf and
frees her hair to fall softly around
her shoulder - her eyes alive - as music
floats out of some Corner Bar.
In another place, silver shore’s and
blue skies wait for her beauty – just
over the horizon where her Angels
anchor her true love - un-drifting.
He will look down into her calm
brown eyes and they’ll say to him
sweetly –
‘Love me – love me now’.
She will unfold for him – her new
lover, as waves sweep sweetly across
Their Bermudan sands - a hot sun
beating down out of a paradisian sky -
as he falls into her heavenly body -
this time an innocent love - as a high
tide washes over them refreshing and clean.
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