As I languished on the sandy beach <br />in the summer of my youth, <br />a pretty maiden there beside me <br />watching the sparkling waves <br />turned golden by the sun. <br />What future dreams I had <br />of a life together as one <br />I cannot tell. <br />Time has robbed me of that memory, <br />all I know is if I had a dream <br />it was tarnished without repair. <br />Our lives together would never be <br />our worlds we would never share, <br />for as the summer faded <br />our love would soon be gone. <br />Her words imprinted forever <br />on my memory. <br />“I love you and don’t want to hurt you <br />so I am packing you up.” <br />Then walked away leaving me <br />with questions I could not answer <br />and memories of those golden waves <br />under a warm summer sun. <br />More years have passed <br />than I care to remember <br />and she is now a faded memory, <br />but her last words <br />still torment and haunt me. <br /> <br />3 March 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-waves/
