Essa looked at her lover, Dusk,

And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels,

And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then,

For fear that she would be followed by the lingering whisper of an echo

Of a ghost saying "turn back", a blue eyed shadow

Whispering the future into her eyelids

As they split open in violent storms.



But Dusk did not speak,

Just closed his arm around her tighter,

For there was really nothing to say.



And Essa swung gently back and forth,

Salt stinging her cheeks,

Still confusing cigarette smoke

For seraphims.