Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
Rock, tall, edged,
and slightly warn by the sun,
forms it's curve around the bank like a gentle hug.
This layer of privacy from the rest of the ocean.
This our own escape from the rest of the world.
I would watch you from the shore,
as you'd jump with the waves,
feeling the sand hot between my toes.
And you beckoning me to join.
You'd claim to be a king,
asserting your dominance over the sea.
I couldn't help but laugh when the waters overthrew you.
The hours we spent there, seem so distant now...
I miss laughing on the beach with you,
and all the sunsets we watched.
What became of our little swimming cove?
Charlie Dog
Written by
Charlie Dog  21/M/U.S.A
(21/M/U.S.A)   
258
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems