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