SOLITARY BEACH

Hither's a lone beach and sands all lonely,
Barren heaths sing songs alone.
Wade I quietly with zephyrs only,
Ruffling o'er the philosopher's stone.

For years I've walked and quested life,
Amid the swathes of sycamores.
I've seen the waves unveiling strife,
That hides beneath those benthic doors.

I oft feel kisses of cold waves down,
Pulling desires close to earth.
Miles away from flamboyant...