The sounds of the sea are now so far away,
I strain to hear the never-ending waves come in,
At this distance, all I hear is my imagination,
Magnifying the wind, as it rushes by this emptiness.
Disembodied flight announcements,
Float away, as if repelled by my thoughts,
That long to return to the place I used to know,
My heaven on earth.
Whether imagination or reality,
Blend so wonderfully to bestow,
An almost magical quality to our special places,
I’m not so sure.
But I do know I miss the rush of waves,
Clinging wet sand beneath our feet,
As we walked to the far end of the beach,
With no intention of turning back.
Great poem Anita...vividly depicted and beautifully crafted. The last line wrapped the poem up perfectly. Ten! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Waves of kudos for this piece, my kind of poetry.