A seagull cries
        The water laps against the cockles
        as the tide is ripped from the bay
        mist shrouds the pines that stand motionless
        on the bar.
        Surf crashes down from behind,
        as i lay in the open
        alone and saddened 
        by the disrepair of lives forgotten
        lives lost
        in the silence, i hear
        their dreams as once they lived,
        their love, their friendships
        made and lost forever.