Ashore

And what’s become of us?
where we once stood
over the sea horizon
among those strands of pine;
the gull’s distant cry
to hush an inner story,
a grief painted on the scene

The scene is a good listener
chewing seaward clouds
once more, revealing
to a broad body and mind
intent on out-staring
this moment of loneliness
by gazing right into its face

I know I have to move on,
to not is just foolish tongue,
but loneliness is here to stay,
and I just can’t look away
so darling please cover my eyes
lay my head down on the sand
and when that big wave comes
I won’t fight it.

Anymore.