Forgotten Memories

Tonight the shore is pounded by the fretful, roiling surf, dark clouds tempestuously race across a yellow moon; the ocean's breast heaves a heaviness of bitter tears flinging gray shadowed sobs against silent, white-faced dunes Far across deep seated waters, another golden strand-- do you pace there the churning surf line as here I do; are these waves that beat against my blistered, sand burnt feet a desperate, longing message dispatched tonight from you? Somewhere harbor lights safely chart the well worn channel for anxious, weary sailors longing for the arms of home; but you and I, marooned, remain in lonely shadows forgotten memories between us, darkened pools of foam. Copyright, October 22, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson