February 20, 2008 at 6:41 AM
Alone, a deserted beach.Colored pebbles,
Painted memories,
Uneven and scattered
Like the jagged bits of sand that dot the shoreline.
A looking glass,
Seen but not touched.
Distant and forgotten
A mirrored image back in time.
The sun sets
Blues, reds, oranges, purples
Endlessly they melt into one another
Blurred like watercolors.
Darkness encircles
A new palette is revealed.
The stars shimmer, seamlessly
Tiny beacons reveal the lonely docks.
Solitary, the albatross swims by,
A longing call let out
Unreturned, he swims on
Searching, it's not how he remembers.
Joe, interesting to see your interpretation of the poem as missing someone. It wasn't what I had in mind when I wrote it.
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