I come to the sea
to find something
I know not what
the heat of the sun
burning my shoulders
as I've bend to write
her name in the sand much
as did the poet Spencer
and as was he
the waves came
and washed her name away
and being as stubborn as he
I wrote her name
again
hearing her voice in
the waves
mocking me
calling me foolish
to believe I can make
her immortal
with such and
unsubstantial substance
even when names writ
in stone
fade over time
we all turn to dust and forgotten
this mocking voice
claims
but I like Spencer
stood defiant
sea whipping my hair
staring my heart as I
proclaim
the way he did that said the stone
will hold her name
as well as my poems
can
writing as he wrote
her name in the heavens
where neither sea nor death
can dislodge her
my poems keeping her above
long after the world
has subdued it
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