I watched a moon-drenched wave roll in Festooned with silver lace To tear itself in ragged bits Upon a cliff's rough face; I heard the whisper of a wind Breathe through a restless pine, Rise to a roaring ecstasy And die ——— a moaning whine; I held a fragile, gauze-winged dream Imprisoned in my heart Until Life found its hiding place And crushed the wings apart. |