An Ever Changing Sea

10,000 years upon an ever changing sea.

Years a washed of hopes and dreams.

Abraham to Caesar…

and million more after and in between.

All came this way and bled their days under the sun.

Some walked with God; others perished by the evil one.

See not the rivers as they carry softly the sound of dreams present and past.

Ebbing on gentle flow; silent reminders that we and our dreams shall not last.

So kiss hope that sleeps sweetly on a new born breath.

Stroke its tender virgin hair and see your dreams.

Your dreams and the dreams of those who have come

and gone on an ever changing sea of 10,000 years past.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/1/08