Waves of sadness wash gently upon the sandy
beaches of my soul
Their foaming caress my constant companion,
churning, ever churning, remorseless, relentless
unstoppable.
The expanse stands bleak and desolate,
littered with the debris of time, scarred by
the harsh changing seasons.
The wind blows cold and hard beneath the
forbidding steel sky, weaving it's way
between and around the immobile faces of
the time worn stones, occasionally stirring
the rippling sand; but always, always,
imparting it's bitter chill
James Jarrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beachside/
