The Beach at the End of the World

a cap of blue cloud
drowns the hilltop in shadow
as we walk together
in the last of the sunlight
your hand slips from mine

in the dry grass
beside the old sea wall
a fish's jawbone -
rows of sharp white teeth
couldn't save it

the salt wind blusters
a hollow booming roar
the cold is a dull pain
you turn your head away
your words don't reach me

the end of the land
only the surf's answer
to unspoken questions
turning around
we leave the sunlight

Created with Sseyo Koan X Platinum for the AWE 64 soundcard. All intellectual rights in these compositions remain the property of Paul Blake.