Strangers

I heard a melody call out to me by the morning road. The scent of thee sea swiftly swayed my sight to the fading laughter. I could see from far away the smiles of children in the sand watched by the loving gaze of their mother. The melody sped hard in my chest as I approached. Comforting figments of familiarity overtake me. Not so far they stand to greet me and thee little ones run towards me. The mother smiles in a way which could revive any faith. I kneel with arms spread, only to hear the crash of tones. Everything slows to a still the calm waves become behemoths, I dove in for them too late. They are gone and I am left begging to be taken as well. The alarm clocks rings and I sit up crying for those strangers.