Lonely Shores

Stranded, on this lonely shore
To walk the deserted sands
Listening to the waves,
As they lap and die
Gently against the shore
A trail, of footprints left behind
Disappear in the ebb and flow
Gone, washed away from the sand
Like happy memories faded over time
A gull,lost in lonely flight
Cries its echo over the ocean
A solitary call,
A knife edge
That cuts straight through to the soul
Its heart a shell
A treasure lost, too hard to touch
Beautiful, but empty on the inside
Belonging to another world
Tossed by the rising of the tide
Driftwood, from the wreckage
A relic of the past
To be left, floating without purpose
Through this ocean of a life