The world without end
Our sullen shore
No more
Than a leaving
An echo
Of farewells
And byes
Some of them
Once good
Each of them
A slamming door
Finality
The punctuation
To close
The line
And every thought
Seems an after thought
Words a silly mockery
Until the sea
Restores the canvas
Of my heart
And eases
The frenetic
Spinning mind
My toes
Yield to the chill
And I give myself over
To the tumble of joy ~ Caroline A. Slee