Vast Water Wasteland

Wasteland, it stretches dusk till dawn, filling its own emptiness with sound.

               And as the sun shines on above I walk on, clear,warm - chaotic.

                          Water waves will wash the wanderer where-ever it wills.

                                   And I wander under the moon, black, cold - harsh.

                                         Vast - no course, but a destination - I am lost.

                                               And as time flows steady with the current.

Vast Water Wasteland, a day on the beach.                       

                                                    E.M