Time's Ocean Poem by Keith Oliver

I stand on this ever changing beach
Looking out into the shifting waters of emotion
Time is measured by grains of sand
Slowly eroding into the hands of its captor, the past

Oh, how I wish I could be the ocean
To switch roles
And be the murderer
Rather than the be the victim

How I yearn to become a powerful wave
A wave of pain
A wave of fear
A wave of distrust
A wave of lust
All for its unlucky receiver

Then I shall recede back
Back to the body of my fellow waves
Awaiting the next desolate individual
So we can take its last candle of strength

I wonder what it would feel like
To take what can be so cherished
And find it perished
Within the hole of lies
Covered with flies
Flies of betrayal

As I have come to learn
Wishing has not surfaced any hope
So here I stand another night
To place blame
On this large blue clock
As I glare back at the laughing moon