Worn out rocks by violent seas

as the bond between the land and sea

had cracked and mended

bent and bowed

yet remained

under a luminous cloud

 

The sea and land opposites may be

converged on a shore of laconic serendipity

so always existing

in that space

the land the sea

as you to me

 

And there stands that ruinous rock

Oh once we knew

with everything we tried

but could not do

to prevent something

such as this:

the inevitable

passing

of

time.

 

~ G McK