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BAY HEAD

This beach is the crumbled bone of many years;

who can construct again the skeleton

and join the scattered grains to their old form?

This sea is the blood and tears of all the ages;

who can define in it a single wound or grief –

so vast and mingled is the tide of pain?

Yet as the night floods darkness and the day

holds us in light, we walk earth’s changing shore,

a brief path through the winds of good and evil,

and of loneliness –

Therefore the sand and sea await us.