Seaside Sightings

The driftwood, it came in today, Brought surely by the roaring tide; It looked so lonely, wet, and cold, And longed for sun to make it dry The morning, it came in today And peered inside my window, bright, To wake the remnants of my soul, And wash away the fears of night The ship, it sailed on in today And brought a smiling crowd ashore; They vainly searched for signs of cheer, But did not bother at my door The gulls, they flew on by today, But went on without looking down, For life kept flowing through the air, While death lay waiting on the ground The waves, they fell and left today, And won’t return until the start Of coming night, whose weight will bring A storm to cloud me in the dark The sand, it drifted by today And carved a fissure in the rocks: A warning read by mortal eyes That life is passing, real or not The sky, it cried for warmth today, But could not find a friendly peer; It only stared across the coast And found my body lying here.