I stand over the sea,
Delicate as a tumbleweed, watching
The crumbling cliffs beneath my feet
And the blue waves on the sand.
I look down at the ocean floor
Ponder on the things I saw, the agate hue
Of yesterday, the colours of
The ocean spray.
I stand above a frozen dream,
Of seagulls and of warm ice cream,
I sit and watch as all these things
Fade away unto fated winds, I see.
I look down at my feet, and realize
The brambles are ripe with fruit.
The seasons have changed, and the west wind
Comes calling from across the sea,
Drink up the things you used to be,
And walk down across the sand.