The waves lash on to the sandy shores
Alone and waiting
A sky red and with passions spent
Looks on bored
Sighs from a thousand dying souls
Whisper in the leaves
A line of little feet walks on
Certain of an unseen temple in an unknown land
Young eyes focused
On little flames in their cupped hands
To show them the way
The bodies lying prostrate
Dying and disintegrating
Move away
Paving a path for the marching little souls
Somewhere bells ring
To a chanting
A new sun rises from beyond the watery horizon
Young waves rush in
Robust and energetic
A new world waits eager to be reborn
This has the quality of the elegiac about it .
Striking and more thought out.