Literature
Writing in the Sand
I stood on the shores of this waking dream,
and listened to the surf of a home once been,
bent to my knees I started to write,
the two meaningless words that haunted my night;
the Words of love and with your name,
my own as well, something that never came.
I stood and watched the tide came in,
some thing lost so I'll never win...
With all the sunshine, there must be rain,
as the waters flowed over my little pain...
I sat and watched, till dusk settled upon the shore,
gone are the names, memories... gone, never more...