Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Beyond the shadows cast by the trees,
The realities of the shore were seen;
Its sand was whiter than the rain,
Promising everyone who learnt its strength
With firmer days of gradual excitation.
There were always to be alternating lights,
Darknesses were the immediate ends,
A considerable time had to be behind us
As the shores twinkled and trained their sister shores;
The journey was in this sense a part of the parish.
My deep breath bitten, I went to the edge of humanity,
A graceful entry to the cliffs meant a bringing gift,
The shores of golden sand were superior to me,
As I lifted the ends of the earth with my handsome face,
And lied to all of sea and air and land the same deceit.
Topic(s) of this poem: seaside