Beached Morning

Steel grey above;

We tripped the silver beach

At some crisp, splintered morning

Traced beyond our line of reach,

We breathed the fluted air as if

In some remembrance

Of dreams once dreamed, let slip and tossed

Beyond deliverance.

 

And rivulets of cold did etch

Stark patterns in the sand,

While silence tugged at rock and pool

To spill their contraband;

I stole for you a morning shell

That caught the coloured sun,

But dreams and shells once dreamt and thieved

Mist over, every one.

 

The sea will lap the sandbar

The sand catch at the foot,

While we, so lost in wonder

Are as children, waking up.

The dream we live is lonely,

The plans we build - like sand,

The shell sparks at the sunlight

   And I reach for your hand.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

How bittersweet to think that nothing lasts forever...I guess I am a hopeful romantic and believe that it can.

Your last line indicates that you still reach out (and therefore hope too). That's how I read it.

[Jaffa Forbes]

once again very well written
jaff