Another day ends over the sea. I recall another’s promises once given, locked safely away, and long since forgotten, disavowed. The bluff sits forsaken and covered in dandelions gone to seed. The surf beats a muted dirge for the evening breeze, now peaceful like the dead.
So this is another end. I sit and wait. I wonder what for, watching the sun slowly slip into the sea.
With darkness brings a new beginning, two sides to the eternal coin. While bright yellow blooms have succumbed, the same withering flowers bristle forth with a renewed hope. Tomorrow we will arise again.
Photo is copyright by Darren Shilson.