Dusk would wash upon the shores
Closing a day in the silence of a single wave
Tumbling its last shelling at the feet of rocks
Bidding a farewell to time that can not return
Lost among the day voices, drifting out to sea
Pleasures lifted into the breeze to nourish the sunrise
Gulls in flight, satisfied with the days earnings
The last of the daylight fingers painting their encore
Soon, as darkness explodes, and sparks began to fly
A kamillion lights will spill onto the oceans ripples
Fishes will dive, currents will subside and sleep
Leaving the night to lovers lost in each others eyes
Among the boulder-ed edge the cliffs illuminate depth
Simply reminding us of the value of our own…..
Leaving a pathway down if anyone cared to explore it
Warning of the perils of remaining atop in turbulence..
Giving forth in the darkness the sounds not yet spoken
Leaving as breadcrumbs, words to be picked up like shells
Digested, savored and shared with fine wine and sweetness
Life giving way to full circle, just as the sunrise begins us again
There is no fear in tomorrow, we have no right to it and have yet to receive it anyway. You can’t change yesterday unless you have a time machine. (anyone got one?) So with today being what we actually live in, our reality, then I wonder if we might be missing out on a good bit of treasures laid at our feet minute by minute because we aren’t focused in the now? I had a chance to ponder a large crowd of people today that just seemed to move about space and time without much expression on their faces. It was as if they were shells. Sometimes the shells are nice to look at, believe me, but even the shells on the beach will eventually break and return to the sea or sand without ever having a purpose. they were just there to fill space. Like a vase on a table or a hollow chocolate bunny at Easter….