Dream Soaked Beach

Boone

Washed ashore on some dream soaked beach.

Where she comes from,they still weep.

Oh how she marvels at such a leap.

 

If we knew we wouldn't cry.

Oh how this dream soaked beach would dry our eyes.

 

On her path,the blooming sounds of birds

echo Eve's voice;beauty you and I have never heard.

 

Oh how the sage grass sways lullabies of replete,

while water gently rocks sand to sleep.

 

Old rocks crushed by design long ago,

now burp under heel as she goes.

 

The sun falls down on waters face

casting glorious color though azure space.

Oh rejoice our loved ones are at this place.

 

Where a thousand years is but one day.

  • Author: Dan Nad (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2017 22:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this shortly after finding out a niece of mine committed suicide.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • SunSearcher

    Very tragic but beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.

    ~SS

  • Boone

    Thanks. I appreciate feedback.



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