The first two lines were handed me as a writing task in a writers group I've just joined. They seemed rhythm of their own so I developed them as a poem. Like all the verse I write at the moment they were directed towards Alicia.
Memories Walk.
I walk along the sandy beach
Barefoot, and treading slowly.
Where time and tides swirl round my feet,
Where sinking sands would pull me down.
First ankles, calves, then knees and thighs,
To drown in memories darkest pools,
Echoing my hearts still painful sighs.
Yet overhead a soft breeze rises,
And fills my sails like wings of hope;
To rise beyond this desolate strand
To where your light directs me home.
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