Golden Waves Poem by David Harris

As I languished on the sandy beach
in the summer of my youth,
a pretty maiden there beside me
watching the sparkling waves
turned golden by the sun.
What future dreams I had
of a life together as one
I cannot tell.
Time has robbed me of that memory,
all I know is if I had a dream
it was tarnished without repair.
Our lives together would never be
our worlds we would never share,
for as the summer faded
our love would soon be gone.
Her words imprinted forever
on my memory.
“I love you and don’t want to hurt you
so I am packing you up.”
Then walked away leaving me
with questions I could not answer
and memories of those golden waves
under a warm summer sun.
More years have passed
than I care to remember
and she is now a faded memory,
but her last words
still torment and haunt me.

3 March 2009