by Emily Duerst
There is a light in the distance,
As I stand on the beach
with my feet sinking into the sand...
I strain to see where the light is coming from.
Is it the east or west?
The night air is cool and crisp.
As it dances across my face and plays with my hair,
I feel a sense of relief.
The ocean waves splash over my toes.
I feel a sign of comfort.
The light is fading and so is the warmth.
The wind is now violently whipping my hair across my face
and scaring my soft lit face.
The ocean has now surrounded my ankles as it keeps rising.
The light has gone along with my hope,
that you will always... remember me.