The Ocean Poem by Brent McCracken

As the last of the sun falls past the crest of the horizon, I sit here alone on the shifting sands of time, eyes searching over the vast monsterous ocen, waves crashing hard, the only signs of life, water so dark and unknowing, like the feelings I hide, lost in a wilderness of sorrow, of pain, I swim through it's depths in hopes it will cleans my soul, alone in the dark, the breeze whispers your name, echoes from the past fainter each time, I leave my heart in hopes it you will find, praying the tides will bring you back to me.