I count the times I think of thee,
As empty thoughts drift o'er the sea,
The sand it whips across my face,
As I sit alone in my quiet place.

My dreams they glide above the beach,
As if an aim, far out of reach,
Wondering next, what should I do?
As I sit alone and think of you.

The waves they crash upon the shore,
As I start to wonder more and more,
The cold it bites, with wind's eerie shrill,
As I sit alone in Winter's chill.

The tide it creeps across the land,
As Jack Frost paws with icy hand,
A ship's horn blasts from across the docks,
As I sit alone here on the rocks.

Oblivious to both time and tide,
Wrestling the torment deep inside,
The night draws on, getting ever colder,
As I sit alone growing even older.

The wind and cold begin to sting,
Now spots of rain, just one more thing,
No shelter where the pier once stood,
As I sit alone, as if some driftwood.

Cinco Espiritus Creation
28/12/2016