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The Winds Upon the Strand

The sand is ashen in its guise,
Beneath the cataclysmic skies,
Within the cloud the lightning lies,
With thunder cracks for cries.

The sun is shearing down to earth,
With bolting rays upon the firth,
With God enraged for all he’s worth,
And long bereft of mirth.

A sunlit stage pronouncing rage,
The heavens cast a wicked wage,
With bright destruction on the stage,
Tis Revelation’s page!

I tarry with my lover here,
Agog with elemental fear,
Our bodies clasping, holding dear,
Against the winds austere.

I love her madly, love her true!
Enraptured nigh the ocean blue,
Her perfect eyes bewitch my view,
My ardour coursing through.

A winter chill but still the thrill,
That lovers know when facing ill,
Her tenderness a secret skill,
As sea winds batter shrill.

There is no rush for here’s the blush,
The lovers’ love that brings a hush,
An all-consuming, glowing gush,
Aside the ocean slush.

The winds upon the strand are keen,
The cloud banks cast in silver sheen,
With seaweed scattered khaki green,
My lady love a queen!

I love her madly, love her true!
And this is all I’m wont to do,
Is linger by the heaving blue,
My lady love in view.