To the Shore
Pebbles tumble,
to the shore,
my thoughts tumble,
my heart,
sore
My thoughts,
my very core,
are like driftwood,
beaching gently on the shore
Thes new things,
what's it all for?
Rush of noisy white surf,
to the shore
Thoughts churn,
how things turn!
Things I could
Things I should,
driftwood,
to the shore
White water on high tide,
my thoughts,feelings,
this driftwood i ride
Drifting to the shore,
it has purpose,
for the things you see
are not a curse
for what can be.
Live the day
before it is taken away
This pebbly beach,
the values it can teach.
The driftwood
to the shore,
brings it to the fore
This blue sky burns me deep,
inwards I weep,
for I stumble
to find,
the words of a kind,
to make me humble
For the sea
in it's tidal war,
claims my heart sore.
This driftwood
and the thoughts held at bay
washed away,
as it should
For I start a new day
with new driftwood.......
to the shore
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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