Beside the reeds

 Beside the reeds 


Beside the reeds, beside the sea

In a clearing where sounds of waves

Come gently from the beach 

Where full tide spills and crashes. 


Beside a boat that’s blue and white

Its wooden prow looking out at Tuskar

That stands above a cruel rock

Along a sea of sad shipwrecks


Sunday evening and the sun

Has lost its battle in the west

Retiring in a golden haze

Overseen some summer days 


The cool wind rinsing reeds

Blows freshly on my shoulder

Staring out to sea

Contemplating  infinity. 


Wishing we could hold on

And stop this season ending

Grasping seconds between our fingers

Falling gently on the sand.

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