another blue day

The silken waves swept
their salty essence on my cheek.
All the tears in the sea
cannot mend your sadness.
I cannot change those yesterdays;
soured fruit and bruised ideals.
Tomorrow's vacant canvass,
pale and untouched, beckons
and there is promise in the shadows.
The tide has stolen what might have been,
plans and dreams
which were not shared.
But, my son,
my
son,
there will be smiles again,
laughter ripping through your lungs.
The gleam in your eye will be
the moistening of joy
and new pains of love.