Driftwood you find along an errant beach can symbolize many things. For me, it symbolizes what is now lost and dead–like love, and the memory of someone you took long walks with along an errant beach and thought would never leave or die. That’s what this poem here is about. It’s one I wrote a long time ago and even before the actual event came true. Then it did. And the poem became more than just words and what I feel every time I take a walk along any errant beach.
And winds chill this warm evening night,
I dwell on sweet, solemn thoughts of thee…
Now constant reminders of my loveless plight.
Then evening darkens and the ocean sings,
As sparse roaring waves crash upon a nearby reef.
There my desperate, desolate soul still clings
Waiting for evening tide to drown my grief!
Yet time has a way of making old the new,
And this ocean shore I walk in torment
Is but another remembered vision of you
When love was alive and never ill-spent!
So, even though I never understood
Why death came to take you from me,
The tide brings you back each night as driftwood
In sonic memories of us together by the sea…
To quiet and soften now the sorrow in me.