silent, sad, surrealitic sights

I have not known how long we have
Seen the shadows of
Silent, sad, and surrealistic sights
Of time and tide
Wait for the waves to settle
the debts of sand on the shore
For having absorbed all the pain
All these years
Without complaining,
When will there be a monument built
In honour of all the moments
That are precious because of their uncertainty
And tentativeness
And indecisiveness and
The desire to see beyond the screens and
The key boards