ECHOES OF THE SILENT SHORE

ECHOES OF THE SILENT SHORE No longer the crash of breaking waves Over rocks that always take the blows Nor even the softer whoosh of the tide That every smaller sandy pebble knows As if it was that nature had just paused An unusual eerie silence now pervades Like a shift in moon’s orbit were caused All is still, as a last remaining echo fades It’s as if some finger has flicked a switch And no tide will ebb and flow anymore Boats at anchor will neither roll or pitch None now comprehend this silent shore