Reflections By The Seashore Poem by Joseph Wraithbone

The pebbles on the shore are black as the soot on a miner's face,
The the dark gritty sand shuffles into the ground like a dancing couple,
The sky above is a patchwork quilt,
Aqua, smooth stone grey, parchment tan and turquoise green,
The ocean waves sway back and forth, like a swing set on a cold winter day.
The icy wind send chills down my back, almost as if you're standing there beside me.
I brush my hair back into place and wipe a tear from my eye all the same motion,
I look down, my mind burns with sad memories and longful thoughts.
Then I look out across the shore, to the small boats on still water,
Wishing to be in that vast expanse...
Not having to worry about the stress and struggles of life,
I snap back to the present at the sound of my shoes crunching on the rocks and sand.
I look into the water to see a tired man staring back at me,
Thinking to himself, 'Where has the time gone? '
I turn and clutch my coat tight as the wind picks up,
I turn and walk away...
Back to life, to the world I know, to reality,
I leave because I have to... Not choose to, I just hope you knew,
All I wanted was for someone...
To Love Me...