Swifts Beach Memories
Buoys bounce up and down,
crashing waves make a sound
Seagulls fly away from here,
with your spirit staying near
Unmarked islands hold our secrets,
unknown memories lay beneath us
Tan marks and forgotten thoughts,
wanting to leave - I think not
Running streams and worn leaves,
pair less shoes near empty booze
Each one takes a slot,
making my breath simply stop
In pause, wanting to press rewind,
For now the sunset guides my mindless mind
Copyright © Julia Collins | Year Posted 2005
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