Barefoot she walks along the beach 
Retracing lost memories in ripples of sand
The murmur of the surf plays in her ears like muffled 
notes bowed on a cello
the sun drips down behind 
the cobalt waves casting shadows to equal those of 
her longest night 
Hushed colours paint her skin in hues of poignancy, 
her heart beats in rhythm with the tide as she glides
through the surf
Footprints erased as if she herself had ceased to exist
A hallucination in the twilight
She pauses
Salty spray kisses her cheeks like unshed tears from 
fatigued days and solitary nights 
Gazing out upon this vast entity 
Sublime in its majesty 
She recognises
The meaning of it all 
Life, love, death 
Images of antiquity play a delicate overture 
weaving dreams
A skittish child, pigtails and freckles, wearing a 
yellow gingham dress - collecting precious shells that 
will gather dust in a long forgotten attic
A timid teenager throwing pebbles into oblivion with 
the boy who will steal her heart, her kisses, her youth
A young family drawing their lives in the sand 
building castles for the sole pleasure of knocking 
them down
A graceful woman cloaked in bereavement concealing 
a smile for the reflection of youth glimpsed in the
 wrinkled mirror of time  
She lays herself down on a bed limestone
Silver hair fanning out amongst the seaweed 
And gives her last memory 
Back to the sea

(C) Pixievic 

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