The Beach
The Beach
Listen... it’s talking
It’s pounding its every word upon the rocks
Does is ever end, will it ever end
Or is it meant to go on
to allow our souls to forever feel
Feel what is in us.
The constant motion of our living
Like water on a rock
our hearts must beat with great force
allowing the world to hear that we must exist
Each crashing wave, each flow of blood
must continue as one
If not, where would we be?
Look out there.
The line of blue upon the water
is telling us, just as our eyes tell us
that night is nearing and the day must end
but only for awhile
Look at the sun.
It is beginning to fade
like our thoughts and worries
being put away for another day
Put away until tomorrow
if tomorrow is meant
to be...
Copyright © Darla Britton | Year Posted 2013
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