I walk the beach alone

Thoughts drift across my mind

In harmony with the boats drifting in the bay.

I think of you and of the times we

Walked hand in hand across this very beach and

I wonder if any of these same grains of sand

Were pressed between your feet or have

Those been washed out to sea along with our dreams.

And I am lonely. I see many

Footprints and I wonder if they were

Made by lovers or by old folks looking

For bits and pieces of their forgotten

Past. A woman passing by says nothing.

Nor do I. What is there too

Say? Should I

Say I’m lonely, take my hand and let

Us make footprints in the sand?

Is she thinking of a love past or

Is she hurrying to a hidden rendezvous?

I watch a boat pass close to shore and

I wish I were aboard sharing love with you.

The Beach The Sea. And Loneliness

Are One.

Raymond Morrow