The Shore

Standing stiff and statue cold
Gazing at the sea so openly bold,
That the sun shines over,
Even when clouds turn gray
And the blue goes away
Leaving only a silent moon,
Purple skies and diamond stars.

Never daring my feet to walk,
Dip in a single toe,
Into the wide unknown.

The sand my companion,
Mu secret resolve,
Grasped in hands so tiny,
So unbearably small.

So childlike before my eyes,
Moistened by fruitless tears
That have no gain.

When all is lost 
And no boat comes my way,
The sails of Hope so far away,
My fingers slip 
Feeling only the grain
Of once soft sand
Slash into the dried skin
Of the webs on my hands -

Nor do I care that they tumble
Like lost dreams forgotten,
Abandoned.

I let them fall. 
Statue cold,
I can only stand 
With eyes uncaring.
Begging death-
Only him,
To take away the sea before me,
The sand beneath me,
And all that just seems to fall.
As I let it slip away.