See rocks when running

Appearing like dark blue flashes

Skipping over wet sand

When counting these days

Seems only like a daydream

When I last climbed here

Clambered over these rocks

Up onto the hurtful grass

The stones are dry and still

Cracked and broken in fragments

Shaped in oddity, left alone

Beside there lay the gap in earth

This gap has widened now

Further away in my mind

Immortalised in isolation

With the pearls and tiny spheres

Kept in the inner cove

The water gush a dull echo

The days I counted

They slipped past, drowning

Fleeing from the sad scene

A stumble and a fall

Away from this hallowed place

Away from this sterile grave.