footprints

 
My thoughts are by the sea with nothing  
but the distant chatter of lunate gulls  
and a breeze that can restore  
almost absent hopes  
but not today's  
 
the sun is halfway around the corner  
an array of red and deep orange clouds scatter  
trailing from the sinking fiery orb  
this should be beautiful  
this should  
wrench awe from a buried crevice  
but it only enhances the loss  
the longing for your remembered touch  
of which my mind has already fully succumbed  
 
the ripples race across the sand  
and trace around my feet  
each ripple allowing me to sink a fraction  
in an attempt to hold me  
I suck them up and out just at the thought  
 
 
if I could be the source of this tide  
and pull you along the shore  
I'm not sure if I'd suck us into the wet sand  
together, squirming naked  
thoughts amiss inside each other  
thrusting madness into a convulsing pinnacle  
or take you by limb and hair  
hold your enchanting skin and eyes  
below the the ending of the air into the silence  
of the crashing sea  
watching what posseses me perish  
until the tide turns and takes you home  
 
 
the world has left the sun behind  
and let the darkness seep  
 
the sea air's whispy hair lashes about my face  
as if it's had enough of me  
and it whispers me to surrender  
but I'd lost before I could win  
  
if only this sand could swallow