Waves in the Sand

I wish I could understand this a bit more. Since I am not a big poetry reader, I get a little tripped up on what “you” is referring to. The waves, right? If so, it’s interesting that the sand is “life anew” when the waves sweep over the sand in order to create a fresh, blank canvas – free of any “shattered memories of the past scattered” as you call it. It seems like the sand is given more credit than the waves for the renewed surface; it created the bare surface of sand. Also, I’m not sure how I feel about the word “shattered” for the memories in sand. Do images, words, etc. look “shattered” on sand? Scattered, yes, but shattered, no.

The next line “Setting the coming horizon in view” – This seems out of place with the next few lines as you discuss the contrast between the nights and days (the waves had bite vs. wave of light). I love the lines about the turmoil of night compared to the morning sun’s loving grace from the day. This describes your previous line of resilience. I feel like you should have mentioned “day” instead of “morning”. Keeps the comparison of night and day as to night and sun. Perhaps if it was the moon and the sun, but I feel like night and day couple better. Though, I love the word “bathed” being used. Interesting to bathe the waves, I think.

“Such light that shines on the water”… Who is the light? Is this life? What is this strength to the waves? If from the sun, who is the sun? Lots of unanswered questions.

You go on to say that the waves break the trend of the recent past and suddenly there are hearts in the sand that somehow appear. You state that you want them to stay, but did you draw them in the first place? This is a little sad since it’s inevitable that the waves will wash the hearts away; that’s what waves do. Slowly, the images will fade no matter how many times the images are drawn in the sand. But even with your childish impulse of handprints, you attempt to make a mark the waves could never wash away…

What do you mean by “As a reminder the waves could never”… Could never what? I’m assumed something like “wash away” the handprints you have drawn, but then I second guess my hunch when I read the last line “The brilliance of your eternal smile”. It’s only as eternal as the sun shines, it seems. Otherwise, the night cloaks the waves and bites again. It doesn’t seem so eternal as it does conditional.

Do correct me if I have assumed wrong. This was lovely, but it does feel like it needs a bit of polishing on the metaphors.