A POEM


THE SEA

The sea rumbled and disassembled the shore,
Like time through a distant window,
Forever proceeding in its destined course
In a timeless prism.
But our minds stay here in conditions unknown,
For the worlds not yet to be thrown
Like a wave into the shore,
Dissipating with an echoing roar,
Slowing almost stationery to be now without form
In forgotten minds eye.
Bountiful lives only to be remembered,
Buried in a grain of time,
For life has become but rambled rhyme.


BY DAVID GISHFORD