That morning by the empty beach
Just you and me, the sea,
The sighing waves that break
Upon the sand, the sun, the sky,
White billowing clouds sailing by,
No living soul save you and I
To gaze upon the waters where
Ten thousand silver sequins
Glitter in the sunlight, dancing
On the surface of the sea.
Time has no meaning here:
This scene has been the same
Unchanged a million years, or more,
Long, long before man came.
True, too, you may be sure, it will remain
The same when we shall be no more —
The sea, the sand, the waves
That break upon the strand,
The sun, the sky, the rolling clouds
And sunlight dancing on the water.
This reminds me a bunch of where I grew up. A quiet place to sit and think and watch nature's beauty unfold, untouched. A beautiful description you've created here, Peter.
Man, this is such a beautiful, , , beautiful poem. And you know what? when we shall all be no more, this poem will remain and be around as long as..... The sea, the sand, the waves That break upon the strand, The sun, the sky, the rolling clouds And sunlight dancing on the water. I totally loved it. Peace.
I never cease to be amazed how you take such a simple thought as a timeless ocean and weave it into such a beautifully thought out poem. Very well Done!
Just lovely Peter, wonderfully woven piece, that is a joy to read. Beautiful words from a great writer. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can only agree with the preceeding comments - this is gorgeous. Hugs Anna xxx