Passing years, passing years, we build you in
Passion and hopes, trust so it seems.
White breakers come, long talks in the night,
As we build desperately, yet losing the fight.
The sea takes it all, and we leave one by one,
Goodbye, my friend, in seaside sun.
(c) Copyright Caryn LeMur 2007
|The Collection of Short Works,
Letters, and Poems
She is still my friend, really.
I had hoped to deepen our
friendship, but she did not wish
that depth. To her, our friendship
was deep enough.
We had several conversations.
She was honest. So was I.
I wept very hard that night, alone,
26 July 2007.
It was hard to let a dream go.
Sandcastle, sandcastle, we build
you in dabs –
Turrets and moats, and pink
White breakers come, we scream
As we build desperately, yet losing
The sea takes it all, and we leave
one by one,
Goodbye, my friend, in seaside
|In Deepest Sympathy -
Poetry for those that grieve
|Building Faith, Hope, & Love -
Stories and Writings
|A Cup Of Cold Water -
Letters For The Thirsty
|A Pause In The Forest -
Poetry for thoughtful moments