Time vs. Love
The beauty and serenity of the warm, soft sands
Juxtaposed with the powerful, violence of the beating waves.
No other place do time and love battle with such fervor.
The waves are constant, unstoppable, infatigued.
They are moments of time. all occuring simultaneously,
But only crashing in single file.
Each one is a story, with rising action, climax and a foaming conclusion.
They are moments of time. all occuring simultaneously.
The deep sands of the beach hold indefinite articles of Ancient Grace.
It is unquenchable love. and will not be defeated.
The grains find their way into every cranny of life and being.
None can visit without the clinging flame of the warm sand.
It is hard, too hard to bear the heated passion of the sunburned surface.
It is unquenchable love. and will not be defeated.
Time usurps love as the waves envelop the shore, but the sand cannot be defeated.
The froth recedes from its adversary only to find the grains remain,
Changed but not overcome.
Love closes around the feet of the weary, and asks them to stay for awhile.
But time scares them off.
Only those unafraid to dip their feet will survive.
An epic battle is waged and casulties are cost for both sides.
The only hope is to choose sides. both ways are dead ends.
Time does not heal and love cannot satisfy.
The former is neverending, unrelenting, unresting, unforgiving.
The latter is beaten, rewardless, unavoidable, unforgiving.
I have chosen love. I have found my Annabell Lee.
Though we will succomb to time, we conquer in our defeat.
When we are together no wave crashes, every wave crashes.
We exit the timeline and Love passes all understanding.
If Time is our grave may Love be our coffin.
If the ocean is our grave, may the sands be our coffin.
They are moments in time. all occuring simultaneously.
It is unquenchable love. and will not be defeated.