York Beach, ME

Tourist trap, but filled with love nonetheless.

It was a normal rock.  one that many people have rested on before.

not much special about it really.  

Just a rock near the edge of a cliff close to the ocean.

It really wasn't a special ocean.

Only the atlantic.  It's really a large ocean.

With many cliffs and many rocks close to it.

Too many rocks to count, probably.

And light houses. Boatloads of light houses, I bet.

Nothing really distinct about this one,

A little red and white light house

On a small island, close to the land

That was close to the pathway and the rock.

It's really nothing extraordinary.

Many people sat on the rock and watched the waves pass.

Nothing new.  Everyone did it.

How many bodies intertwined, how many hands were held for the first time there?

Many waves crashed into the cliff under the feet of the people who sat on the rock.

Many people, many times, one rock.

But forever, it will be my rock.

Because once, those people holding hands,

Swinging their feet and making wishes on waves,

Hoping for the best, the endless summer of summers.

It was you.  And it was me.

We were careless and wanted the best,

Not afraid to fall.

Not scared to say that even though

We won't be together forever,

We'll be there on that rock

Frozen in time for an eternity

The rock so many others have used.

We will have been there

Connected through time,

Changing each other's lives

With hope and memories.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful write