Poetry

La Lista

 

Glistening waters,

Shimmering in the ocean,

If only i could of caught her,

As she was standing without motion,

I wish i took more time,

To look through the mist,

To pour a glass of wine,

To show her my list,

This list was special to me,

I wish that was known,

For this list was to be,

For someone who was alone,

She was in pain,

Standing strong on the edge,

It began to rain,

As she fell off the ledge,

She was never found,

Never seen,

But only her sound,

Could be seen in the dream.