Epitaph

They sat on the beach,
The waves kept falling at their feet,
There was little talk, they held hands,
The stars shone bright, but left little home for delight,
As she sobbed and wept and cried in her brothers arms.

It was such a night,
A night so beautiful,
With calm waves and moonlight,
But with all this it still wouldn’t feel alright.

They then talked all night,
Talked of things they’d done right,
And things they’d done wrong,
Of all the love they didn’t give,
Of the love they didn’t get.
They talked of the oceans,
And what it had given,
But now more so , of what it had taken.

It had been a ride, one big ride so far,
And what would it be tomorrow,
They never knew, and never cared.
And so they sat, arm and shoudler,
Listening to the whistle of the winds.

They wrote the words yet again,
Only to hear the sea laugh,
And wash off the bitter epitaph,
It was hopeless, but was needed,
The words kept sounding back,

“Get up my children?”

The sea now didn’t feel bad,
The silence was deafening, but the hope was back,
As they sat, arm and shoulder,
Waiting for the new dawn to crack.

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~ by nskaushik on June 14, 2008.