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.
6 comments:
I like this image.
A very inspirational poem, really. And a beautiful picture – complements the poem in a wonderful way…
I really want to walk on a beach and go for a paddle, I haven't done that for years :)
Oh, I know! I haven't been to the shore in a very long time. I think that's why I so enjoy creating beach images.
Time has no boundaries within a heart...... Nice.....
Excellent. Picture and words fit very well. Thanks for this moment of magic.
Kasque
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