Waves come crashing, as do
memories of you
How shall I remember you?
The oncoming and dreaded storm
that sends birds to other seas
to be far from it
Or,
the gentle breeze
just gracing the sands
letting the birds glide, their
wings singing so freely
Or,
maybe I'll stay here a while longer
soaking in these waves
Because, well,
what else shall I do with all of them?