awaited

Time washes against my shore,
aging and wearing away the edge.
Precipitations down to my core,
have degraded gold to sacrilege.

Spotless pebbles now run red,
remiss to let the blood flow away.
I cant change what we did, said,
but I can pay penitence till gray.

How beautiful the bluest wave,
long since sent to crash on me.
Followed footprints may yet save,
but for now Im under the iron sea.

Will you venture here in peace;
in tempest form knowing pain?
For I wait for you on a breeze,
testing toes tills shivers remain.