The Beach

As I lie in the warmth,

The sun brushes life with gold.

My soul fills with sounds of laughter, thorns,

but everything feels so cold.

The beautiful water so nice and giving,

the hues of blue, swirling, and dancing,

I open my eyes, looking, seeking,

but all I see is gray.

The beach. My beach.  

Where are the big seagulls squawking and laughing?

Where are the people playing and swimming?

Why is everything gone?

The lemonade and sweet strawberries,

The magical sunset, Mother laughing,

All so faint, all so vague,

All gone with wisps of smoke.

Sometimes when I close my eyes,

I can still feel the salt in the skies, 

The love and sorrow for that beach,

All gone from my grasp and my reach.