Friday, May 11, 2012

Song of One

Tidewater scents drift across my mind
On tiny feet they scurry through my thoughts
And race away unseen - just out of reach
Where in this depth do these memories find
Their way to the surface to taunt and tease.
I smell the surf, feel the sand, and long for the past.
Time has no boundaries within a heart
It beats, and calls, and reaches,
Begging to be recognized, longing
To know completeness.
And here within my mind I search
Knowing all the while that I am lost.
One must reach to seek- -touch to know
I cannot…will not…..
So I sing alone.

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