Sunday, August 29, 2010

Gone by


Here, you look young again,
Old friend gone by,
When you left to the sea
For rest and repose
You found hard shores
And still harder souls,
For in veins grew
Crystals of salt and
Beneath some eyes
Stones wept from cold.
You went by the tides
For solace and sense
And before you felt wet
Sands, you made castles
With hands, and by the pier’s
Lonely stretch, you welcomed
A friend gone by, to the abyss.

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