She waits for him to return

Painting by Waterhouse ‘Miranda’.

The wind in my head
Like the gulls’ raucous wail
Recalls the dark waves
And a sea with no sail.
The hiss of the leaves
Like the mocking refrain
Of your footsteps departing
Beneath the cold rain.
I look for a sign
In the half-light, the twilight,
But the sky is as black
As storm clouds at midnight.
The sound of your words,
An echo of laughter,
Cold as the stones
Of the dark ever after.