When the day is ending and the tourists
drift away, I like to sit on the beach
and watch the sun's slow descent.
As the searing heat subsides, sea breeze
cools, fills my nose with briny scent.
In front of me the restless Atlantic,
wave after wave crashing and foaming
on to the beach, then quietly receding -
Today, idly sifting sand between my fingers
feeling the grains as they flow,
I muse over the ocean's permanence
and love's transience.
But the beauty of the scene is powerful,
it fills my mind and soul - I laugh.
Perhaps, instead, I should compare love to the waves -
there will always be another!
One strong wave washes high on to the beach,
I follow it back to the water's edge.
Wet sand squelches between my toes
as I splash in the surf - I'm contented.
The golden sky deepens and darkens,
flickering stars appear
as the sun sinks beneath the sea.
Yes, I like to stroll on the beach
when the day is ending
and the tourists drift away.