A Walk At the Shore

Sobering grays of alabaster Winds that fly through alleys crumble Time comes nigh to flaunt the tresses As breezes press in playful tumble The day came, the shore awaited For sandaled walk 'pon roughly plow, Clad in grain and pebble plated In warm sienna of an artist’s brow This walk on shore of excited senses Drawn of self through nature’s sight, No longer hours of e'er tense Fancies that vanish o'er swift of night Breezes wafted with soft intender Visions of desire were e'er so keen Past became gentle and time a mender A blending of hope and where I’ve been Yes, I know of water’s wend That alabaster will render its plea once more, Still, I know that balmy breeze and sand Will ask anew for a walk at the shore