As far as the ocean does spread before me
And fades in the distance without sympathy,
While ebbing and flowing so graceful it lies
It clings to my dream but my dream always dies.
No promise it made as it rolls to the shore
And yet I now wish it would bring love once more,
But all of my wishes do seep through this stone
For it gives me nothing and I'm left alone.
While gulls seem to mock me I try not to hear
Their call unforgiving so loud and so clear,
I wager that they never felt love and lost
Nor thus paid the price of that terrible cost.
But here I shall wait till the sun starts to set
When I will return but I'll never forget,
For while I am living and breathing God's air
I will retain hope it will end my despair.
But as days go by I know hope will soon fade
And I shall be left with those memories I made,
Yet they'll bring no comfort for pain I will feel
For if you're not with me my wounds shall not heal.
And yet I still gaze on this ocean of blue
For there all its beauty reminds me of you,
But love is behind me and left in the past
And so shall the next wave be just like the last?
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-shall-the-next-wave/
