Category: Writers Block
I walk alone on a beach,
The trade winds blow,
The tide washes sand castles out to sea,
The surf hits my face,
The salt stings my skin,
I told my secrets to the moone,
The hot moon,
And the stars gazed down,
And the sand was silver,
The lights from a nearby pier,
Almost blinding me.
In the sand were letters,
Written for me only,
But the trade winds picked up the letters,
And they became dust in the wind,
Like discarded dreams
And dying ambitions,
And now, I sit alone on this beach,
My hands catching the spray from the surf.
And hungry seagulls,
Are not around,
And there's only this beach,
This silent beach,
Where treasures of the sea are washed up,
But no one wants the treasures,
So I turn and leave the beach,
The silent beach