The years began

it was a smiling face

without fear.

The years continued

as the smiling face became sad

the world had caved in.

Where did all those memories go

all those childish games

playful ways

fairytales as abundance as heaven?

Memories continued

child into adulthood

history becomes rife

literature into drama

schooldays have droned in.

Sunset rises

flowers bloom in abundance

in magical evening as I stroll on the beach

no more a child as I watch.

The waves gently splash unto 

shore again and again

as I throw pebble after pebble

walking barefooted.

Years continue

two souls to meet

to create a new life

a new life

and another...

and another...

three wholesome lives

to form that ball 

as clear as crystal.

Time has passed

a chain of fire 

in a circle never to depart.

On ships deck

as clouds hover

the wind to blow around, encircling us.

Raindrops pelt

as the circle remains steadfast

a chain of fire 

as the time rolls on

along with the hour glass.