Poetry of place

Now the veil has lifted 

The mind can see

Frailties becoming clearer

Perfection not what seemed to be

Though eyes risen to the sound 

Of the heart drumming

You left your promise to be with me

Too many things colliding and inescapable

Maybe drowning is better

Than coming out

A different kind of hurt then

And no way of understanding

Going back an impossibility

So the old way surrounds 

Survives any protestation

While in its wake the blood of love lies

Trampled in the sand