Reflections
When I feel the sadness of the years
That should have been so glad
And blessed with seams
Of lovely moments
Strung on dreams,
I cry—
And, when I hear the sea at dawn
Filling the sand with sound
And coloured things,
Contouring waves
And ripple streams,
I say—
Before all time and tide is done,
All the reflections in the sun
Could not project a perfect light
Or search the stormy sea within
To reveal the Everlasting One
I love—
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