You taught me to lie

Tuning in to the Sea, its hum, its
cries, its solumn regret.  The wretched
cold grasp of the
ocean's soul, puling me under.
The icy numbness, the sweet sacred loss of
feelings. Meaning nothing at all.

A fumble, a grope, a wish of the
past to thrust forward the
love left behind. The river, the
banks, the galleries of wonder and
isolated hope. Peering back
to the never-was and the missed
looks of sorrow.

Nothing left but socks on the shore.