Teenagers standing on rocks,
Longing to jump in but standing in sudden fear.
Waves swaying against the stone walls,
Hoping to topple them but not having the strength.

The Strand over looking The Hook,
Wishing to catch one's eye in its grasp.
People wondering aimlessly looking,
Longing to find happiness in the wandering beauty.

Climbing the cliffs to find life's secret excitement,
Seeking that sweet rush,
The awe and need for some strange accomplishment.
The glory of youth.

The wanderers searching for escape from life's grasp.
Scared of being alone,
They look for adventure to fill their minds and hearts with needed attention.
Like the two lighthouses standing tall,
I overlook their lives,
Wanting to guide some lost souls
back to the safety of a sandy shore.

Slowly falling back to reality
In each passing day.
You must leave once again,
Return to the salty waters and brisk waves.
How sweet it is,
For youth to venture and explore,
For they do not know life's sad secret.
Grasping them slowly.