Agia Napa, Cyprus

Agia Napa, Cyprus

For EP

In dawn’s waxing light, I saunter,
A lone beachcomber, searching
For smooth shingles and pebbles,
At the water’s very edge,
The odd wave lapping my feet.

The brushed, virgin sand,
Yet untrodden by throngs;
The chaise lounges splayed
Like pining grass widows,
Night’s memories strewn around.

And crumbling sandcastles –
All that remain of labors of love;
The soul pummeled and buffeted
By the pumice stone of life.
The water, salty as tears shed.

                              Abie Alexander
                             © August 08, 2019