Tuesday, November 9, 2010

the beach

Stepping out… on to the shifting sands
As the grains move beneath my feet
Wind whispers restlessly
As grasses bow to greet

Ever changing moving on
Nothing stays the same
Lost anchor’s wash on to rocky shore
White horses crashing down again

Salt lie thick within the air
Encrusts upon salted cheek
Climbing ever higher on crumbling cliff
as ragged breath falters... at finding that of which I seek