The Sea

Eyes to dust
Rings to rust
Run, I must
To the sea

Warm, clasped hands,
and Lover’s plans
Counting the sands
In the sea

Mountains crossed
Yet all is lost
Like salt foam, tossed
On the sea

Lifetime’s fade
Like dreams betrayed
Of children who played
By the sea

Love is gone
Time has won
Saving none
But the sea

Submitted By: David Nickerson

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