Across a Lonely Shore (Oh, look more... poetry stuff)

A sad song echoes over this quiet sand
The song of the waves as they wash in
Water sweeping over this lonely land
Its soaring voice of the woes of men
It cries for those lost in its depths
The ones that have lost sight
Its steady heartbeat sings them to their deaths
Through this silent day and gentle night
Slumbering quietly this lonely shore slept
Through every storm and lazy day
Over time it watched and wept
The constant rise and fall over the bay
For years it has lulled those that live in it
Never once stopping, ceasing
Ever onwards it must flow and flit
Over summers hot and winters freezing
It must live, it must breathe
When it halts we will see
Across the shore it will wreathe
We will see what is to be
The sirens will sing their soft song
As the waters swell in their sad dance
We’ll look into our years long
And we will not regret our quick glance