Glittering grains, varied hues
Ripples of silver, flickering blues
Waves caress the footprints
And dissolve them into oblivion.
The setting sun reflects a dazzling red
A reminder of the times we had
The sea embraces them again
Wrenching from my feet
Sheet after sheet
And leave me high and dry.
Sweet memories gush through
The swell crashes
Against the sea wall – tough
Yet vulnerable. Strong
And confident it stands
Guarding the city of tears
Never faultering
Smothering
Suffocating
Yet sapient.
How long will the bulwark
Stand? Snipers take their mark
And vultures clean their beaks
The sun sets and the sky is
Splashed with purple streaks.
