Late May seafoam spray of beaches hithertoforth unknown
You have washed me up on your stormy beach
Weeping from a depth as deep as your watery basins
I cry in the night and no one hears
Even when day breaks there is no evidence
No lingering echo
I lie crippled on the shores of the childhood of your love
Growing older with each passing minute
Things I will never touch
Like your smile or your hand
Or a lock of your golden hair
Golden no matter the colour
Infinite memories that are not mine to gather
As the sunlight joins them
Beneath the waves
And all I can see is your face in the twilight
And on the skin of your heel as the sand sticks to it
And all I can hear is your every breath
Like breaking waves torn asunder