Beachwalk

Flowers of spring, fields and trees of green roll like waves at high tide across the pasture but in time the Moon has turned aside Her face, and the tide recedes to expose a barren plain. Now midnight, moonless sky, the roaring of the sea are my friends on a long and lonely beachwalk soft sand does sift through my toes, cooling what fires my heart has kindled in another life yet one smoldering ember inside still, still refuses to die. Where is the rain, God, you see the smoke! Do you know what torture does this evil candle to me, sheltered from wind by the deadwood of memory! Oh temporal clouds, you are nothing to the Immortal sea! Never could you douse a flame that will not yield! Nay! I shall drown it down within Her, the endless Deep, though the ship sink with it!