Glistening in the late day break, the last sigh of the westbound sun,
The sky darkens in a battle daily twice won, tremendous light of day the night takes,
Sand shifts beneath the beach, another victim in a war with no victor,
A conflict with no territory or material richer, always expanding in the eternal reach.
The ocean cascades over forgotten prints, washing away long lost dreams,
In the distance someone hears a scream, a lament for the sea cleansing the last of the beach poets,
How many lives as far as the eye can view, them staring up at our foreign land,
Turbulent existence in the time of sands, each cycle of the day life anew.
Echoing ripples fade and ebb, ancient debris dragged forth from times forgotten,
Centuries slumber beaten at the violent bottom, with the tides broken web,
The unforgiving deep keeps secrets never dreamt, crushing swirls who guard forever,
Ensuring safekeeping and are never, to all on the surface, exempt.
Whisking you away into the garden of dusk, there are no sounds here so into the emptiness I hush,
Orchids climb and wrap themselves around upward beams, floating around the eternal foliage almost unseen,
Risking the flora wrath I call out to my love,
Chasing after you I lament is that not enough?
We bathe along the lake of tranquil water, floating in bliss to the inevitable loves slaughter,
Holding in sacred arms the promise of peace, until the water cascades there will be no release,
Our bow is strong, reinforced by sweet greetings after coldness in separation,
Silently the boat cuts through the water, embracing it's inhabitants with their partnered isolation.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
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