Helena

Distant winds and drowning rains pulse over the ocean,

Like grey cattle the clouds are pushed and herded towards shore.

She stands and clasps her hands, silently confronts the gust.

Feet firmly placed on the shells from the ocean's floor.

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As waves collide with rocks and cliffs creating buoyant foam,

Helena recalls her wit colliding with a wit of stone.

So now she is half in the sea, her eyes salty and red,

She had paid to large a sum in love to be left so alone.