A Teacup Full of Stories

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.