Down at the sea

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!