hazy in the distance,
veiled by an insubstantial fog.
Surreal mysterious and dreamlike.
is it real?
A moon invisible,
that cannot grip advancing waters,
The ocean splashes up the beach,
against the wall of stone condemned,
to being torn apart by birds and sea
The western wind whips around my hair,
fills my lungs with sea salt air.
The sand between my toes
are seashells ground to bits and mixed
with crystal quartz by endless waves.
Broken sand dollars litter the expanse of beach
like shattered dreams
Worn away, to pieces shorn
then again reborn.
A large white bone
half buried in the sand
bleached white and weathered
The jawbone of a whale washed ashore?
Once leviathan, now but a ghostly specter
A flame burns brightly in the distance
My chilled feet perk up at its existence.
Would you mind
If I share your fire?
The orange glow, radiating warmth
consuming and destroying
what life has so intricately built
Man’s red flower mesmerizes me;
a chaotic frightening beauty.
Gift of warmth and light
In the darkness of the night
To halt time and revel in this instant
But time slips away,
like sand, shimmering, seeping through my fingers
Its Siren’s Song that breaks the spell,
Cliff and sea resound with sweet duet.
A future crowned with splendid glory,
and questions to my answers.
The golden sand dollar in the twilight
burns bright in its final hour.
The moon an aging child or a young adult?
Artemis has lost her innocence
but still is trapped in childhood.
In between time.
A river flows into the ocean;
A bridge between two worlds,
Rapid waters ebb away the sandy bank, undermining it support
till it collapses to be washed away.
The river’s current
made a jagged pattern in the sand.
My sole impresses
an aberration on it’s uniform consistency,
and I dig my other heel
Into the dull precision of the riverbed.
The stream rushes around my ankles,
Cold, swift, complaining.
My feet endure
I do dare disturb the universe.
Past the river,
The abandoned vacant beach
scattered with a wealth of crab shells smoothed out stones
looms over me titanic and imperial
A barricade of boulders
sharp menacing rocks that mock me
I stand before it barefoot
a beggar stripped of dignity
shoes a privilege that I lack Frustration.
Because my dream is unattainable.
Stone in hand,
The path of flight is parabolic, arching
A soft thud barely heard
among the breaking of the waves
it stands unchanged
Oblivious of my existence
Only now do I comprehend
Humanity’s insignificance in the infinite immortal universe
The sun has sunk into the sea
Igniting clouds with dying rays
A shy moon materialised in the sky
Reflection shimmering in the water
I trace my footprints in the sand and wonder; how long will
they endure the tides of time?
How long before
Into oblivion and all its traces wash away?
How long before
the stars and galaxies are ground to particles in a universal heat death?
nebulous and dim,
Is obscured by an evanescent myst.
Poem by kirkatia98