Memories Etched in Sand
Like a jagged piece of driftwood
Washed ashore in an old captain's trunk
Such a lifetime of treasures buried in the sand
Discarded, like memories tossed to the wind
While shadows of the dark turn to the dawn of a new day
While sea birds sing in the early morning air
Circling the heavens in search of a lost love
On such a cold wintery morning there would be no love found
Heaven did not intend for the using up and the tossing away
Of precious moments and glorious days
