York Beach, ME

York Beach, ME

A Poem by Mel Mel

Tourist trap, but filled with love nonetheless.

It was a normal rock.  one that many people have rested on before.
not much special about it really.  
Just a rock near the edge of a cliff close to the ocean.
It really wasn't a special ocean.
Only the atlantic.  It's really a large ocean.
With many cliffs and many rocks close to it.
Too many rocks to count, probably.
And light houses. Boatloads of light houses, I bet.
Nothing really distinct about this one,
A little red and white light house
On a small island, close to the land
That was close to the pathway and the rock.
It's really nothing extraordinary.
Many people sat on the rock and watched the waves pass.
Nothing new.  Everyone did it.
How many bodies intertwined, how many hands were held for the first time there?
Many waves crashed into the cliff under the feet of the people who sat on the rock.
Many people, many times, one rock.
But forever, it will be my rock.
Because once, those people holding hands,
Swinging their feet and making wishes on waves,
Hoping for the best, the endless summer of summers.
It was you.  And it was me.
We were careless and wanted the best,
Not afraid to fall.
Not scared to say that even though
We won't be together forever,
We'll be there on that rock
Frozen in time for an eternity
The rock so many others have used.
We will have been there
Connected through time,
Changing each other's lives
With hope and memories.

© 2011 Mel Mel

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Added on October 19, 2011
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Tags: Ocean, waves, romantic, rock


Mel Mel
Mel Mel

Salem, NH

I'm a sad girl who uses writing to feel the tiniest, tiniest bit better. Not really. Original right? more..