A Milky Sunset
The moon pales fair greeting to the moist sands of the ocean shore
Along the dead riped sand I walk mournfully and slowly
Thoughts walk on either side
One stares into the sea, wandering of what lies beyond the ominous waves
The other looks inward to what has been ruined
Cities lay desolated at ill chosen words
But is what I wanted?
Are the sands where I wanted to reside.
Seems only time holds the answers to the clenched fists of decisions
That lie in my hands
Along the dead riped sand I walk mournfully and slowly
Thoughts walk on either side
One stares into the sea, wandering of what lies beyond the ominous waves
The other looks inward to what has been ruined
Cities lay desolated at ill chosen words
But is what I wanted?
Are the sands where I wanted to reside.
Seems only time holds the answers to the clenched fists of decisions
That lie in my hands