He came walking across the sand
carrying a paper torch
in the early dawn,
sleepy little boy
with his smiling mom,
who is no longer
in this world.
We walked a labyrinth
drawn in sand,
between opposing tides.
As the waves met,
covering our feet,
laughing,
we outraced
the sea.
It was Solstice,
and the world and I
were young.
Life was unfolding
on a golden beach,
and every beautiful,
longed-for thing
was there,
within my reach.
And now
I am back at the shore,
no longer young.
And at last my longings
and my home
are one.
Happy Solstice!
*for Gael and Clay
When the world and I were young -
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And at last my longings
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Age and wisdom are a great combination when the time comes!
Hank
And time always comes back in circles, with back home. But we are still young at heart, smiles. Have a good weekend Sherry!
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