The Lonely Time Traveller

On a lonely sea beach,
on a starry night.......
When all the world's asleep
and the elements awake,
I have seen
an old traveller of life
sitting,
leaning against the rocks;
looking into the distant past...
When sea was a friend
and life a glorious dream
With a wife whose smile was the sunshine
and passion as endless as the sea.
Whose eyes were the flames of the night
and hair the night itself...
One fine day, fate had intervened
turning life into ugliness
his passion was devoured by the sea
and she was snatched from his arms,
into the arms of death.

That was the end.
Or the beginning....
of a lonely life on a lonely sea beach.
He howled as his passion beat the shores
and elements lashed around.
He cried and cried...
till he was no more.
But all this happened light years ago
and yet he is still there.
For I have seen him
sitting all by himself,
against the rocks
lost in thoughts...
as deep as the sea itself,
when all the world's asleep
and the elements awake...
a part of elements himself.