Old Salt
Old Salt-
You used to love the ocean,
At least, I think you did
Before those times you went away, before those drunken sins
We went together once, I still remember well
That stoney look you gave the sea each salty, foaming swell
My mother told me when you were young that you would walk among the dunes
How was she to know your love would soon abade, to meet a certain doom
Today I took you to that place again, a shore so sacred to me
Even now, I avoid the saddened truth, for no joy or pleasure
Is found for you in this sea
I stood alone in the clear, cold shallows
Trailing the wind blown ripples in the sand below
When the breeze razed children's castles to the ground
Crashing waves still tumbled, swallowing their own deafening sound
It was then against my mother's advice
That I turned my back to the ocean, trudging again
to your gelid vice
Expecting what I'm not sure
Certainly nothing nice
"Smile", you sneered
"Act like you want to be here"
I nodded and wished that I could,
But it was hard because now I knew
That your old salt love was no longer any good
It's for you I write this prayer
In hopes to rekindle your faith
Recive ability to exalt in the beauty of such a chaste and lovely space
In the sand, I traced it with my fingers
Watched as the grains parted unto themselves
Thin, false trenches joined to form my plea
Until the waves lapped it up
Engulfing these words now held secret only to the pebbles
and me