By Anna Jabour

When I sit alone
I think of you
Shades of blue
With golden hues

When I speak to you
You hear my call
You sit and wait
You want no more

The stillness in the sand
The brightness of the ocean shore
The melancholy rays of sun
Appear in front of my eyes

I wait for you to appear
To knock gently
I open the door
To your face
I see your heart
I want no more

The realisation slowly crawls
Along the shore, I see you there
I beckon but you fall
You are not there
You want no more

I go within 
I try to sing
I want to love
I want to hate
But nothing remains
Just a figure
On the shore

A darkness settles
Then light appears
I feel calmness
Overtake my body
I look across
You are no more
The figure is gone
You can’t remain
I go insane

One day you will knock
One day you will be at my door
I won’t recognise you
The past is gone
The days roll on


Brolgas art work by Phoebe McIlwraith

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