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.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2008
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