Secrets in the Sand

Silent as a shadow
yet bright as the sun
I wallow in sorrow
as I futilely run
from secrets in the sand
wiped from the shore
with the sea's salty hand
and buried beneath its floor.
My footsteps not paired
with those of a lover's
but rather sadness' stare
at loneliness' hover,
though beauty is blared
in the sights around
and is shared
with the uncertain ground.
The birds in the sky
make themselves known
as they fly
from places unknown
I peer at them
hoping they land
as I wish for a friend
other than secrets in the sand.