I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
Poem: Sara Teasdale
Image found at: http://unaletteradalpassato.blogspot.it/
Inky: .. got back last night. I was having a blast yesterday until it began to snow. Figured I might as well come on home. Still, I did manage to wash away dregs of the dream in the sea, and sand…