• I can hear, like the singing of an ancient hymn,
    The lap of calm waters upon the shore.
    The shore, my dreams, lay strong and silent,
    Dormant but for the tiny grains of memory
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away.
    Those memories are legend now.

    I can see, like a painting of ambient light,
    The sun’s rays bathing the shore.
    The shore, my love, stands proud and true,
    Still but for the tiny grains of emotion
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away.
    That love is stronger now.

    I can smell, like the calming aroma of a mother,
    The gentle breeze wafting over the shore.
    The shore, my ambition, strives ever forward,
    Slipping away but for the tiny grains of longing
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away.
    That ambition is jaded now.

    I can taste, like a bitter, sour fruit,
    The salt spraying upon the shore.
    The shore, my life, becomes a little harder,
    Rising but for the tiny grains of achievement
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away.
    Those achievements are pointless now.

    I can feel, like the air before a rainstorm,
    A fog embracing the shore.
    The shore, my being, braces itself,
    Struggling but for the tiny grains of support
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away.
    That struggle is over now.

    I can move, cautious as a kitten,
    Through the tattered remains of the shore.
    The shore, my dream, begins to grow again,
    Gone but for the tiny grains of hope
    That shift and fade, erode and roll away
    To form a larger, more beautiful shore.