The tide has gone back. .....

leaving desolation in it's tracks...

wet sand and earth...

crumpled and tossed...

branches...scattered....

wet....limp and tattered....

the sky clouded...tinted grey...

weeping tears....

for a time passed......

bereft...at all that is left...

whilst....slowly...

a fog...malevolent...

silent....seeps into the depths. ..

of the landscape...

taunting....haunting....

seemingly clairvoyant....

in the answers it keeps...

floating vicariously...

there but beyond reach....

the silence grates....

the waters wait....

for the next surge...

maybe wiping away...

all that forlornly stands...

the final tryst...

what will happen...

it remains to be seen...

in the heart's landscape...

as it is ravaged completely....