Along the shore

I.
The water stood as still as tiles,
The tide was scarce and shallow,
Along this shore I've walked for miles,
A youth of 24 and callow-
Hallow was the skies above,
The seagulls wailed in the sunshine,
Hallow was the ground below,
To allow my feet to untwine.

My heart was striken by scours,
My mind was a blank sheet of parchment,
Along this shore I've walked for hours,
but to me it was more like marching-
Marking the coast with footsteps;
Breadcrumbs of a lost poet,
Marking the shores with memories,
of a man without a motive..

The tide crept up to my amaze,
The gulls cawed in my despair,
Along this shore I've walked for days,
and the ocean breeze danced in my hair.
"Spare me, Lord, I beseech you!"
I screamed to the hallow skies,
"Spare me, Lord, I impeach you"
No answer to my demise.

II.
The waves started to crash at my feet,
The sky was a torrent of darkness,
Along this shore I've walked for weeks,
and the sun was a withered carcass-
Catharsis drowned the agony,
and there she was so cherub,
Catharsis healed my heartbreak,
To be with the brown eyed seraph.

"You cannot join me in the Uns"
She condemned me to hell to stay,
"But I've walked this shore for months"
and the beach turned to an archway-
"Pray you'll leave this purgatory",
Her wings outstretched to the dune,
"Pray, my love, you'll leave this hell",
And left with a heavenly tune.

I've seen very many piers,
And the sand never seemed to change,
Along this hellish shore I've walked for years
to a land so far and strange-
Mange had taken the seagulls,
The sun lies dead on the horizon,
Deranged I am for walking,
Walking.
Walking around this island.