By Water’s Edge

Gentle the mid-day’s winds caress

Transparent massage upon face

Eyes cast outward, seas cascading

As upturned waves cresting white

Silence permeates endless thought

Ghostly heartbeat’s echo intense

Naked toes stroking weathered floors

Fingertips trace salt-laden sill

Searching for answers ever lost

Swept away, unforgiving tide

Staring long into darkened depths

Of an ocean despairingly

Wondering what will tomorrow

Bring forward from failed yesterdays

By water’s edge so long I wait…

Copyright 2008 Don MacIver


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