at the shore I found a rock
it reminded me of you
I remembered joy, but felt these pains
and shed a tear or two
its jagged edges cut my skin
it was much to rough to hold
then a wave came crashing by
and pushed me with its cold
soon enough it was lost to sight
I was protected by the tide
I walked away with a fragile face
while darkness swirled inside
another day when the waters ebbed
I came again upon this place
softened a bit and worn by time
the sands had changed your face
the blood was washed and gone away
the sharp facets were rehewn
but their coarse cleavages revealed
agonies I thought were through
to my relief the depths flowed back
obscuring swirls my hurt did churn
solace returned in its foggy way
allowing me some life to learn
since then twice I've seen that sward
each time the landmarks change
patiently the moon and sands
have my memories re-arranged
the years still force my sad return
to see this polished stone
the sun breaks on waves so far away
and I rest my lonesome bones
our lives are full of things like these
the tides that change our minds
there's joy and hope and scars to heal
and waves of memory left behind
7/15/02
