Black Sands Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Take me to the turnpikes of the distance
I am there to become as one by one
Until the tracks of my footsteps are gone
And allows each opportunity its chance
Peaceful they appear - the lonely gist
The moods of all the forgotten roadways
Turning every instance of its ways
And coming thru the askance for its twist

The silences there will go down to dawdling
From arise of the peace in glimmer glows
That leads to the stand where the sea meets shore
The rise of the billows - to eyes is startling
And see how it comes while the breeze blows
Always from under the rippling sea floor