The Beach
My comfort lies on this beach
Looking out over the vast aqua-blue
Whose shimmering-crests
Sway under the moon’s tender glow
And melodic-clashes I long to hear.
Graceful waves ebb inward
Sating the thirsty land
Dancing as they lick my toes
Only to be pulled back out to sea again.
With each step I sink into the cold-wet sand
And leave my print,
To be slowly washed away with the coming tide.
This is my life moving forward
As the memories gently wash away with time.
Copyright © Pamela Russell | Year Posted 2005
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