Whispers of wilderness

I love the vastness
that makes a beach
the gate of any sea

But I know it was a witness
of my love's labour lost

And I know it is a victim
of my tears to come

Distance to any ocean
is uncountable
As is the sands of time

I lost all my metaphors
in the war of memoirs

Yet I am in the shore
Perhaps a magic island
As a tired poet
unto its last song