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...