Shores

Shores Walking on the shore of loneliness Comfortable I sink my toes into the sands of life And feel its time squeeze through these toes. Behind me I can see the footprints left Now a single pair, marking the moist sand midst Pieces of polished glass and shells of my pain Smoothed by sand’s force to etch the edges’ Sharp piercing power. I look to the future watching The sun’s warmth dip Into the sea of gradual darkness. Then you, a wild wave crashes overhead Enveloping me in your power Swirling the sand away beneath me Sweeping me from my valiant stance Sucking me under into your passion’s tide. Picking up long buried sharp shards of brokenness You pierce my vulnerability and I wash to the shore Exposed and panting for air.