Journal Of The Fallen

Time

The waves beckon to me
Calling out like an old song
A memory
A favourite movie forgotten to time.

I run forward,
Yearning for its embrace
The comfort of thousands
Even though I am alone.

The sand pulls me
Begging me to stay
Shifting so I sink into its hold
Forever slowing my journey

The ocean seems forever away
But the sand keeps its hold,
Even against tests of time.
I guess in the long run
It is another warm welcome.