ABOVE THE BEACH


Troubled winds blowing onto the shore

Across the cliffs she stares out to sea

White, pale with time

The sands made with the passing of eons


Stillness in his heart

Spotting her above from the beach

Cold waves brushing on feet

Wetting the cuffs of his pants


Neither one really to aware of the other

Just another wanderer

He walks slowly in a haze

She stands stoic without recognition


Emptiness shared in forgotten emotions

Songs of wind and water

As both ignore the world around

His eyes leave her, while keeping pace with solitude


She tries to dream and to remember

Even though she has lost track of why

Alone and not feeling her body

The sea goes forward and she is nowhere


Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001