Pt. Hughes Revisited

The sand remains, but nought, my love, of you;

Our dancing shadows tilted at despair,

For everything my love required of you

Convinced me that I’d caught and kept you there.

But emptiness in me is like the weed

That devastates the long and lonely beach,

While shadows of your sadness and your need

Continue dancing onward, to the breach.

 

David Lewis Paget