By Libby Powell
Inspired by the sunset seen through the thick smoke on Edmond’s Beach, Washington. Because Edmund is one of my favorite names, I changed the spelling.
Unbroken mists upon the water
Veil the island’s silhouette;
Just a shadowland, it caught her
By its magic, in its clutch,
With just a touch of violet
Amid an iridescent gray.
Her eyes saw naught, but gazed far yonder,
Drawn unto the dusky light.
’Twas a sight to make one ponder
All the beauty of the world—
The water pearled with ripples, white,
When sunlight fades, when rests the day.
As she looked out over the ocean,
To the bleak horizon flocked
Graceful gulls in sweeping motion,
Past her soaring far abroad;
And in untrodden lands she walked
Alone, to watch them fly away.
The currents rippled to the shoreland,
Crawling over the sandy beach;
Quiet waves unto her beckoned,
Calling her to the water’s rim.
Her slim figure bent down to reach
The dewy mist of ocean spray.
She leaned so far, the swift tides caught her
In their harsh, relentless hold;
Down she sank into dark water,
Taken by unending sleep.
Above the deep, the sun, all gold,
Knew naught, but shone in bright array.
The world looked on in cold defiance,
Caring naught of what had passed.
All the seas danced on in silence
Over the maiden’s stony form,
No longer warm, but cold at last—
At peace, in death’s embrace, she lay.
The quiet mountains shadowed over
Where she last had danced abroad—
In the sands grew a clover,
Solitary in its grace.
And in that place of crumbled sod
Sweet heaven cast a blissful ray.
Libby is a follower of Jesus who is a book lover and a learning writer. Her passion is music and reaching the nations, including her own, with the gospel of Christ. She is a lover of tea who enjoys giving hugs and tries to help people when they are hurt. Her one goal is for God to be glorified in every area of her life. She can’t wait until the day He returns to establish His kingdom, and she eagerly does her best to live for Him.