8 Sept 1998
Drowning

As I think back I can still hear the sound
Of the waves hitting the rocks
And I can hear the familiar voice
Calling me to sit and whisper words of friendship,
While watching the clear bright blue.

The sun soon disappeared
And the moon took it’s place as the light began to fade.
We remained
Making pictures in the sand,
With shells and tiny stones,
Left a picture in my mind
That I cannot escape.

We all sat there on the rocks
And when the water came up to meet us
Promises were made.
The words seemed to be ‘for the moment’
And then they were slowly carried off in the warm summer breeze.

Night turned to day.
On the rocks I sat alone,
Water still crashing, people still talking
Yet something had changed and as the world lay asleep
I awoke to see my dreams swept out with the tide.
Now nothing I can do can get them back
And I’m drowning.