What is Left of Me

By Michelle

I walk gently along the moonlit shore
my hair softly blows with the kiss of the wind
I look deep within the crystal water
searching wanting waiting for an answer to appear
I look up into the darkened sky
I fall down to my knees and shake my head why.

My heart ache's more everyday
and more and more I need an answer
for without it I fear the love and trust in my heart
will be washed away like the sand
lost deep under the darkened waters
sunk like a ship at sea so close to losing what is left of me