I remember brightest days

Through the cloudburst haze of time,

Softly creeping, they steal into

The far–reaches of my mind.

Gently chiding kisses

Open passions dusty lain,

Cast aside for countless years,

They well and rise again.

I look upon collected things

First sighted by your eyes,

Seashells – once shown opulent –

Now dusty,

Haunt my nights.

The sands of oceans fall between two lovers

For all time,

Drifting, sinking, washed ashore…

Then sifted through the greedy fists

Of many other’s lives.

I catch myself floating between

The days of then and now,

Older – both – but wise to life’s glimmer

On which reality is sown.

Never knowing where I am

Or where I’ll ever be,

Only knowing in my heart

What Forever lives in me.