Crossroads

Standing by the waters that make life,
And watch the sea shells tumbling,
The salty tang of the soapy breeze,
My memories will not let me be.
Little things wash by slow into the sea,
What it has taken time will let it be,
Wish we could reach into those days,
Wish I could wade and fade into the sea.
The serrated clouds that stay aloof,
They glisten in the closeted sun,
Though they may never hide it too,
But cotton angels will never let a burn.