White Sands

orphan child
alone upon your shore
white foam licking your feet

the war is still raging
a storm inside your head

looking for the perfect seashell
living on dry weeds and old bark

a stinging spray
the salt burns your open wounds

Lost Child of the Sea

I can hear the ocean in you
I can feel the sand
fall thru your fingers

we're in the same war
looking out from 
the same barren shore

the endless waves
wash in from faraway lands --

somewhere out there,
the war is over
the shooting has ended

bombs have been melted
distant bells are ringing
dawnlight shines over the horizon
somewhere across the ocean.

Oh child of the sea,
Sail away with me.

            by Adam Love © 2006