Forgotten Memories
Tonight the shore is pounded by the fretful, roiling surf,
dark clouds tempestuously race across a yellow moon;
the ocean's breast heaves a heaviness of bitter tears
flinging gray shadowed sobs against silent, white-faced dunes
Far across deep seated waters, another golden strand--
do you pace there the churning surf line as here I do;
are these waves that beat against my blistered, sand burnt feet
a desperate, longing message dispatched tonight from you?
Somewhere harbor lights safely chart the well worn channel
for anxious, weary sailors longing for the arms of home;
but you and I, marooned, remain in lonely shadows
forgotten memories between us, darkened pools of foam.
Copyright, October 22, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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