The Pier At Dusk

On a whim and into the night.
You stood there standing
As I gently took your hand.
You said nothing, looked amazing.
Both needing something
Neither one could give.
A shadow dances by.
The moon,
The rain,
The pain.
More revealing than before.
The irony of the moment,
Everything is understood
The dark is hauntingly beautiful
And your eyes as blue as the sky
Wondering why.
The sun comes...
I look at you with tears.
Letting go of your hand,
And suddenly realizing...
You cannot undo
What you have done.


Poetry by Lynn Roberts
Photographer Unknown at this time