Driftwood

DRIFTWOOD

Every deep meaning in life deserves a metaphor for what it really means and the memory you have of it.

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DRIFTWOOD

While the open sea closes around me
And winds chill the warm evening night,
I dwell on sweet, solemn thoughts of thee…
Now constant reminders of my loveless plight.

The evening darkens and the ocean sings
As the roaring waves crash upon some reef.
There…my desperate soul still clings
Waiting for evening tide to drown my grief!

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 true and permanent.

And even though I never understood
Why death came to take you from me,
The tide brings you back each night as driftwood
With memories of us together by the sea
To quiet and soften the sorrow in me.

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