Passers-By

A sunshine faded pebble
On the ocean bed. Once it lay
Above, upon a beach. Just like
Memories they did share.

Footsteps reclusive. Eyes languid
Gazing at the pavement, a love
Long mislaid now walking near, fate
Ascending, surface bright.

Dreams forage amongst tumbling ruins
In dark hours. Pathways distinct
With repeated use, fair dancing feet
Searching for hearts adrift,

Now slow swinging arms are so near
their wrinkled hands clenching sticks,
An embrace and flowing tears nigh,
Alas the sun is too bright.

The lights of past dance-halls, twirls,
Blinding lovers that once were.
When washed in colour and sparkling specks,
Enclosed, antiquated.

A brief relapse of music
Strokes ageing ears. A scent of old
And a whisper, glow in deep waters,
Fading, as they walk past.

Wearied legs. Aching backs
A chair for each when at home
Alone with fragile memories,
Destiny satisfied.

By Beaman