Forever Clear the Beaches…

February 5, 2010

Those memories
Flood back,
I float
On their dark,
Dark waves.
Those memories
Flood back,
O, that
They were in
Their graves.

Never more,
To haunt
My thoughts,
My dreams,
My hopes,
My reaches.
To bury them
Beneath grey flowers,
And clear
Them from
The beaches.

To walk on fresh swept sand,
To feel
The foamy crystal sea.
To know this had been ever-planned,
And real.
From: God
To: me.

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