a place I never knew

Silence swills in 

early morning lamplight,

catching fog in rays

as gulls patrol the

cobbled streets; an

oversight in fading 

darkness. 

Streets filling with 

muffled ‘mornings’ 

caught beneath scarves;

half open eyes look

to open shops, chiming

with treasured trinkets,

as sea air breezes in.

Waves wake weary 

travellers; break 

constantly against 

the shore and then at

once subside, leaving

behind their deepest

secrets for discovery.

Recovery of shells; to 

listen in on conversations

of the oceans endless past.

Love lost here has 

been uncovered as,

words over cups of coffee

were left muttered, 

so that only longing

ears could hear.