Muerte and Suerte
Marianna Muerte and Solomon Suerte
Walked by the Western Sea
Pointing a finger at the setting sun
Marianna said, “See the clouds.
See how their cotton frames the sun!
Ah, the crimson colors!
They do such good for my heart!”
Solomon tripped on a stone
Hidden in the sand
Cursed the fates that laid it there
Putting down his hand
To steady himself as he rose
He pulled a gold watch from the sand
And raised his hands up
And said, “How lucky I am!”
Marianna turned to the East
Watching the darkness
As it crept ever closer
Allowing her joy
To completely fill her heart
Solomon Suerte watched the sun
As it fell from sight
And felt the water pull him
Suddenly from shore
Marianna called out loud
To her companion
He attempted to answer
Surrounded by glowing
Seaweeds that caressed his frame
Marianna Muerte laid her head
Down on the sand
To sleep
And wake not in the morning
copyright (c) 2014 christopher w neal
