Beira

 

Shadows dappling whitewashed walls

of silhouettes reflecting through the pane,

Silent moon drops echoing the breeze

orchestrating the nights

choreographed movement.

Etched in my mind

the sand swept playground

with laughter in the wind,

palms and scrub

signal their last farewell,

while waves on

endless beaches

spray and thunder in symphonies

of untold secrets

Liz Horwill (Silcox) 1975