Once Upon A Beach

Small but significant things in life.

Once Upon A Beach

There where the grain of sand hits the eye

Shuts it tight before the sun goes down

There by the ocean in its vastness deep

Before the man collapses in the pain of it

He must wait till morning comes again

With waves to take him with the tide

Out far enough to hide from sharp objections

Objects of no interest or too small to understand

Where devices and those intended intentions end

It could have been a much worse offense

A splinter is as difficult to deal with though

Lumber in the eye is just as hard to reconcile

Once in the iris it might as well be a boulder

One can just as easily lose their sight at sea

Which closes in around them while they sleep

Rolling on a raft to dream of grains of sand

Of trees and beaches large and grand