Black and white they stretched for miles,
Little pebbles along my beautiful shore.
I loved bathing them each time my waves crashed,
Only to recede and have them asking for more.
I cleansed the beach at the break of dawn,
I wet it with romance in the middle of the night,
Yet, there was never a time that I didn’t see,
Two pebbles that stood motionless to every wave in sight.
As I kissed them gently one spring morn,
I whispered quietly in their ear…What is it that holds you to your ground ?
When all the other pebbles seem to move in fear?
Smoothed with age and with my every tide,
The pebbles shone like jewels on the shore.
We mark a spot that you have washed many a times, they said
Of two pairs of footprints that are here no more.
I caressed them softly one more time,
As I regaled in the pristine beauty of my frothy white
What do you talk of, little pebbles ? I asked,
Where are these footprints that have been lost from your sight ?
The pebbles told of a story from long ago,
Of a love that was new, bold, and had just taken flight.
The footprints, they said, were all I left behind,
As my ravenous waves too hungered for their love that night.