Jagged edges of memories scrambling for attention.
The going back to craggy places I once loved
Where voices echo and footsteps lead the way
To a lost paradise.
Where are they now?
Are they lurking in the speckled shadows under the trees?
Are they sipping tea from china cups
And passing the time of day?
The golden sand slips through my toes as silently
As the passing years slide into nothingness.
I call the spirits, breathe the air,
But wait in vain.
Crystal pools left by the ebbing tide
Shine in the sun,
Reflect the sky
Reflecting the purity of eternity.
A time for yearning,
A time for finding,
A time for healing.
Tom Newman
Beautiful prose Faith, nice to see you back :-)
Faith Puleston replied
Thanks so much, Tom! I’m glad to be back and working on some new stuff now!
Zolton
Really lovely… I was thinking about you the other day and was wondering where you’d gone off to. Hopefully on a good vacation!
Faith Puleston replied
Well thanks! I wasn’t on vacation, unfortunately! I’m trying to get back on track here, though. Thanks so much for commenting!
Phil Cashdollar
Hi Faith… this is some very good writeing…brings back thoughts of some of my own vacations… thanks for shareing my friend…
Faith Puleston
Thanks Phil! Hope everything is going well for you,