-< a Darkened Love >-Perhaps it's not so much the beach, but the ocean itself. The beach is merely the place that the ocean rises up to truly surround your senses, run away with your vision and command you to attention with the inescapable rise and fall of the waves.
Think upon this, for a moment.
The ocean is tidal, a darkly luxuriant mass, tugged and pressed by the gravity of our circling moon. And the moon, a traveler on a different voyage, creeps away from this watery home of ours, year by year. There will be a time when our collective sight will fall upon a steady ocean, static and flat. The moon will have taken its gift of musical motion, wherever it is bound.
And still the silent seas.
I come to the beach to dwell upon
The secrets that my heart will not
Yield up to me
Not to dive in deep
Where fears suck weak souls under.