Seaside

All the flowers in the field of hours

Have withered away

And the sky that used to light our lives

Is ashen grey

As the clouds kiss the faultline

And look back as if to say...

"There's nothing to see here..."

There's nothing to feel here

And our dreams left like children by the wayside

And our psalms

Sung like secrets by the seaside

Could heaven come more quickly

And lift us from the embers

And the cinders that we remember

Of the fires that killed out hearts

And left us withered and grey

There's a tear inside of all our lives

That time won't mend

There's a shroud around our saddened eyes

Here at the end

Yet our hopes shine like beacons

In the half-light

And our prayers-violent wispers

By the seaside