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| Photo by J. Trent |
Hourglass
by John Trent
Atop a dune I sit in stillness
My eyes drift heavy upon the endless horizon
A familiar breeze embraces my soul
While each grain shimmers in summer’s morning sun
Distant my past, yet forever close
Faded innocence of youth and love lost
Waves whisper their familiar old songs
And her memory returns with the day’s rising tide
Gulls dance upon the orange and pink-blue
With eyes closed, I feel the warmth of her touch
Hand in hand, my past walks the shore
Then I smile and wonder, as I return to the sea
My eyes drift heavy upon the endless horizon
A familiar breeze embraces my soul
While each grain shimmers in summer’s morning sun
Distant my past, yet forever close
Faded innocence of youth and love lost
Waves whisper their familiar old songs
And her memory returns with the day’s rising tide
Gulls dance upon the orange and pink-blue
With eyes closed, I feel the warmth of her touch
Hand in hand, my past walks the shore
Then I smile and wonder, as I return to the sea
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