When love dies it crumbles to the ground,
like a castle of sand, a dried sorry mould,
for I don't love you anymore, feel nothing for you,
no more can you tell me, what you'd have me do.

Empty are the words that you say to me,
they pass though me like the wind in the trees,
past distant beaches, your mind inland,
I know one day you will understand.

My feet sink into soft wet sand,
by blue waters of sad dreams,
as tears are dispensed from my eyes,
this sad conclusion of what has past.

I walk on the beach of echoes,
but the seas voice resounds so clearly,
pebbles tossed by cool waves,
as evening calls the end of this day.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris