This poem is dedicated to all those lost loves who have broken our hearts and sometimes their own too. The title comes from a text message I received from my daughter one day, the sky was very heavy and dark and she had said in her text the clouds were skyscraper black. I don't know if she mispelled something or if she meant that but it struck me immediately as a great description, and this poem just poured out it.
Searching across a moon dark shore
Leaving midnight traces in the sand
I follow the trail of my lost love
To this distant other-worldly land
I feel the grief of other lonely souls
Moving in shadowed circles around my head
Crying for life and dreams not realized,
For hopes and wishes now long dead.
For I was loved, though he is now gone,
My heart remains clasped firmly in his hand
And feeling his presence still, I follow
His ghostly foot trails across the sand.
Now, standing alone along this darken'd shore,
Lost between his reality and my dream
I wait for the sun to rise and lighten
The skyscraper blackness in my soul