Damaged dreams,

blanched and bitter

buried

deep beyond caprice

and promises

breached by words

poisoned from

the careless

pledges

of lovers

destined to

indulge their

loins

lavish with lust

leaving hearts

discarded

shells, coiled

tight as

conches

buried on

black barren

beaches,

dragged by

ebbing tides

to frozen

depths

of love's

casual

abandon.

Still,

she breathes,

a pulse

bereft of love

longing for caress,

hypnotised by

hushed tones

of whispered

memories.

The wind tears at

shattered shrouds

stirring the silence

of a sterile soul

where silver water

bursts its breaking banks,

drenched,

she swims to shore.

In the pre-dawn hour,

a knew mind awakens,

her face wet

from the floods

of yesterday.