Stories From The Carolina Coast: Poetry/ Walk On

Stories From The Carolina Coast: Poetry/ Walk On: Sometimes before the morning sun I walk within the dark tides flow And leave no trace that I ever was. Like time before and time to come,...

Poetry/ Walk On

Sometimes before the morning sun I walk within the dark tides flow
And leave no trace that I ever was.
Like time before and time to come, I matter not, but for day or night . A shadow, a ghost more real than I would leave more solid footprints behind. Still I walk on as the waves like yesterday and tomorrow wash away all trace of my passing and still I walk on. 
Once there was a place to be, a sun to see and the sound of my footfalls had a place, now they are just erased and covered by the sound of the waves and warm salt spray.
No more foot falls this day, I have tomorrow to pay, but tonight I walk on in the moon.
R. Sweat