Time In Warp

The ocean waves foaming at the mouth, frothing and churning in turmoiled tempests unyielding with time marching on, the seconds ebbing in then out; saltwater sprays burns the skin chills the body and the moon pulls and tugs at the sands on the shore. The weather changes quickly summer turns to fall, autumn spinning toward winter spring nothing but a memory as the earth revolves around the sun; there slip the years with its memories, the age of youth lost to hurried revelations, too late to go back again, to dream of future yet to be and the footprints in the sand of you and me.