Tides
Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2003 1:10 am
Gritty sounds of bent pitch forks searching for the delicacy hidden just below the wet sand, lovers caught in the moment easily moving along the waters' edge. A pleasant feel of wet cool sand forced between their toes, exchange of smiles giving promise of a warm evening embrace.
Fog . . . only whispers but threatening to bring the moment of simply being to an end. Maybe just awhile longer, the shore only a few hundred yards and we need only turn around to head back.
The moments pass bent over, the harvest teeming and time remains still. A glance over my shoulder and the demon is around us, suddenly the gentle lapping of the incoming tide turns to heart sinking gurgles of lungs filling with water. My heart beats louder than drums as my knees weaken and cold overtakes the pleasant warmth, the sand between my toes feel as cement, the salty smell of the Bay now reeks foul of fear and decay. Her loving smile appears to be laughing, laughing at a foul. Death has crept silently onto the sand flats
Fog . . . only whispers but threatening to bring the moment of simply being to an end. Maybe just awhile longer, the shore only a few hundred yards and we need only turn around to head back.
The moments pass bent over, the harvest teeming and time remains still. A glance over my shoulder and the demon is around us, suddenly the gentle lapping of the incoming tide turns to heart sinking gurgles of lungs filling with water. My heart beats louder than drums as my knees weaken and cold overtakes the pleasant warmth, the sand between my toes feel as cement, the salty smell of the Bay now reeks foul of fear and decay. Her loving smile appears to be laughing, laughing at a foul. Death has crept silently onto the sand flats