May 8, 1993

236. The Ocean On A Quiet, Lonely Eve

Rolling waves crashing upon the shore,
What do you try to say?
My words were once kissed by your waves;
    They inspired me to write.
Why have you stopped giving me the words?
    Walk upon your shores,
    Cherish your beauty, do I,
    And all you give to me now is confusion!
I wade into your depths
    To call upon you for inspiration,
    Yet you no longer oblige me!
“I’ve left a love!  Give me words to find another!”
A wave crashes on to the beach, echoing in my ears
    As I hear a whisper...”This I will not do,
    For without your true love, you are nothing.”
    My eyes scan the shore - No one is around.......

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