Note: Written Mid-February
MEMORY
With the low roll of thunder
The waves curled and broke
Dark walls of shadows against the silver beach
Constantly rising and crumbling
Scattering their frothing pieces into the restless surf
The moon shone overhead bowing its great weary white head
The sky was a sea of stars reflecting in the waters movingn depths
The tide hissed against the sand like nervous whispers from a watching crowd
Where now woudl you go little slip of life?
You are the forgotten remnant of a dying dream
You wear a crown of disenchantment
Let the waters unburden your mind from what once was
Like the sun falling into the sky's ruby wings
So night will come before a new dawn
Rest rather than worry
Your weariness you've carried far too long
Golden days are past, but not ever gone
TIME
Tides shift on their gritty beds
Smoothing away yesterday's grief
Rhytmic and slow they sway
The pulse regular and deep
Never slow nor fast
Always and inexorable
Like the wind, ancient and full you scar the hills
Then brush them whole again
Your refining polish both harsh and free
You dull the wings of youth and raise it again to soar
New, alive, free
One age to the next, one moment to the last
The next of forever
Ageless, ageless your waking vigil
Ever longer, ever higher your shadow, your memory grows
Evermore both forgotten and cherished
Remembered and discarded, ceaseless thoughts of when and after
Forgive the morning for coming too soon
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