Monday, July 8, 2024

" The shore"

 The shore

I walk along the rocky shore

My thoughts go out to sea, once more

I pause upon the seaward course

I wish to trust without remorse

For all the ripples on the water

Cast along the foam to slaughter

What makes of life just sad abuse

No, not courageous, just obtuse

I trust myself with loving hue

And, balance all against the few

Through all of time, I'll never rue

I stroll along the sandy coast

While time stands still and plays the host

To all those thoughts remembered best

Her love, her scent and all the rest

This tempest of the ransomed past

So finely set, uniquely cast

Through all these tendrilled thoughts of mine

That go so far on back through time

The wondrous ripples of the ages

All attest like endless mages

So many lives of trial and error

Are now complete without the terror

A coast across the water seen

An island there that’s always been

A barrier of mist between

That shields the lives both crisp and keen

The driftwood fragments here and there

Are fractured far beyond repair

Those precious moments, glimpse a view

Like blue sea glass, so very few

This gentle day of late November

That brings to life all I remember

The beat of life takes hold once more

I walk away from sandy shore


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