Chris Bleakney

The Beach

I sit at the edge beach and watch the tide bring the waves ashore

Im reminded of her love

It comes with purpose and desire, Unrelenting in its quest

It crashes over me in beautiful chaos, surrounding me, consuming me

It's power so strong, knocking me from me feet making impossible to steady myself

I'm lost in simple joy waiting for each wave to over power me

But the tides always turn

Without out warning I feel the change in direction

I feel the joy I've been lost in retreating from where it came

It speeds past me with the same ferocity in which it was upon me

It tries so hard to take me to the depths with it, but i resist

I'm powerless to stop it

I see it coming, I feel the withdrawal

But refuse to accept it's truth

I sit at the edge of the beach where I started

This time cold and missing the joy I was lost in

Waiting for its return

Hoping for a surge to wash me away for good