Down at the sea where the wind blows free
and the clouds inflate and deflate
mind opens for just a moment or two
to remember what now is lost.
And one who stands so well immersed
like a statue immovable
for, oh, those glorious yesterdays
deserve undivided attention.
Finally though in waves, in waves,
this reality reaches the shore
and she can no longer mourn as before
in the face of her present times.
She turns, you know, as everyone does
the extraordinary into the commonplace
as a means of dismissing the full import
of those days so long ago now.
She musters a smile from hidden reserves
and arms herself with spirit filled love
because she knows; you know she knows,
the past is embedded in soul!