Footprints Poem by James Meaney

Footprints Follow the darkened outline of my Feet
The Salty Air Stings, my Golden tan cheeks
I shiver Of goosebumps and anxiety
Because I know no one is following me
The Splooms of waves take to the shore and outward
I focus on thoughts of before
But these mighty waves can not be ignored
Pushing All else away to the horizon
Slipping in and out
Who knows if this can wait for the early Dawn
I scoop the Brown pebbled Basin
Darkened memories should I end or begin.
Who else will look out for me, Definitely not you
I ponder my friends, Family, relatives I haven't a clue.
Seeing Beautiful lines of powder blacked pink and blue
I recollect the last time something cut me like a sword
And I remember there where also footprints too
Looking into the face of his beauty,
It was the Lord.