I was looking through some poetry that I wrote last year, and I came across this one...
A Ballad of the Sea
The sea is an ocean of
memories.
It begins when memories are
left,
Forgotten somewhere on a
sandy beach.
The broken-hearted lover
comes
And leaves his broken
dreams
Lying in the sand.
And old man walks in the
sand;
He pauses, remembering the
time
When he first set sail on
the sea,
And when he fought in his
first war.
He leaves pieces of
memories
Scattered by the ocean.
A middle-aged woman
Lets the tears fall in the
white sand,
And then leaves her past
regrets there,
Where no one can find them.
And when the tide comes,
It gathers the memories
left on the beach,
And sweeps them back into
dark waters.
And that is why
The sea is an ocean of
memories.
All those memories, stored
in the depths,
Mean that, perhaps,
The ocean is the greatest
secret-keeper of all.
~a.v.g.
