sunshine
across a simple moment
woman walks in dreams
warmth across her soul
echoes of memory
as belief
never lost so far ago
driftwood
still upon her sighs
her tides
dares to remember
or even
live upon free wood
carved by the sea
seasons so young
seasons so old
no sleep
where sunshine seems to remember
when her fingers could
still see
movement free
just a warm day
in an autumn rhyme
no time
just sunshine
and driftwood
afloat
within her years
where tears still believe
in the birth of
an artist’s seasons
where a woman walks in dreams.

- jude