Otto's Ballad

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A couple walking on a rocky beach in Maine with a lighthouse in the distance. They lean into each other. Misty rain, seaguls

Otto’s Ballad

The lapping waves, the seagulls shrieked
along the rocky shore.
Hands clasped, I lean into your warmth
as misty rain hides all.

A lighthouse beam, it’s solemn gaze,
cut through the evening’s gray.
Your whispered words, a fleeting spell,
the tide stole them away.

It was so long ago
my love,
another space and time
Your whispered words, a fleeting spell,
the tide stole them away.

The salt-soaked wind, it chilled my cheeks,
yet fire burned within.
Your touch, a flame against the cold,
the world around me spins.

Now years have passed, the waves still hum,
the seagulls call their tune.
But, on that shore, I feel you still,
beneath the silver moon.

It was so long ago,
my love,
another space and time.
But, on that shore, I feel you still,
beneath the silver moon.

Cyn Bagley © 2025 Jan 18, 2025