Reflection

 At the edge of the sea, 

reflecting back at me, 

the images of time 

and the stories in rhyme.

Standing all alone

with nowhere else to go,

I take it for what it is

like the petals of a rose.

Wants and needs

are basic simplicities,

complicated by desires

conjured up in a dream.

This is certainly true

that I have loved but only you,

felt the magic of the sublime

like a dream that made you mine.

From this moment I go on

though I think it's all wrong,

as I reached for your hand

and felt only sifted grains

of sand.