Wandering
Waiting
I sat on the beach on a winters day
Frost froze the sand which one flowed with the sea
Now compact in isciles - tears from the esky
That accompany my soul, my sadness
The break up that broke my heart
Shattered it into a million pieces
I sit on the beach today,
watching the waves, the foam rush in and out
holding into these last fatal memories
before they are washed away with the sea
that will drag them to the oceans bottom
when finally I can be free from my lover
the lover that is now nothing but a distant memory
that lies at the bottom the ocean . . .