Secrets & Sin

Thoughts drifting, glistening
Like crystals reflecting
From the morning sunlit surf,

Hopes dashed caught splashing
within the ebbing tide,
Life youth withering,
Beneath the sun drenched skies, 

Time curves what is,
what was then, passing within
the blink of a sigh, 

Feelings succumbed to moments,
when pain - hurting thoughts,
smack you right between the eyes,

He’s alone at land's edge, reminiscing,
As he falls to his knees
“Yes”
Just wondering, what the hell,
Staring upon the horizon,
As the memory of his love
drifted quietly by,

Trapped by conscience
And of aging guilt,
Situations left; like salt stains,
Etched upon the land
And truths forever lie
Entombed within the sand,

His tears bleed falling,
leaching sadness into his
cupped old hands,
grieving the outcome of friends
and of love.
of which both,
he has somewhat denied

Screams echoing thundering
from deep down inside,
remembering a time
to when shame stood by,
and Sodom rose
and Gomorrah posed, 
yet lovers danced
swaying as one,
their souls embraced
and hearts entwined,
a momentary bliss
In the essence of time,

16th September 2008.