Untitled - January 20, 2002

As the waves of water
gently lap against the shore,
the sun sets in a brilliant burst of colour -
a golden ball of flame
against the deep magenta sky.

The crunch of the sand and pebbles is loud
against the silence of the day.
Every step on the shifting beach
is an indelible imprint for the moment.

The high tide
rushes back in
and washes away
the light prints made.

A sigh filled with longing
is heard hanging sharply 
on the memories of a time past.