Waves of sadness wash gently upon the sandy <br /> <br />beaches of my soul <br /> <br />Their foaming caress my constant companion, <br /> <br />churning, ever churning, remorseless, relentless <br /> <br />unstoppable. <br /> <br />The expanse stands bleak and desolate, <br /> <br />littered with the debris of time, scarred by <br /> <br />the harsh changing seasons. <br /> <br />The wind blows cold and hard beneath the <br /> <br />forbidding steel sky, weaving it's way <br /> <br />between and around the immobile faces of <br /> <br />the time worn stones, occasionally stirring <br /> <br />the rippling sand; but always, always, <br /> <br />imparting it's bitter chill<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beachside/
