Close my eyes to feel this place,
The wind tossing my hair
The sound of the waves lapping gently to the shore
The sweet scent of freshness.
Pebbles crunch beneath my feet
As the reeds move in their sequenced dance.
I hear the echo of a distant child laugh
And I am over come.
I open my eyes and see the ghost of my childhood.
Running along the shore
Chasing through the trees
Paddling in clear fresh water
As she calls “be careful” worrying as always.
While he climbs a mountain to see the view
My mother, my father, two beautiful souls and tireless spirits.
My brother laughing then crying as he falls in to the water.
Long gone summer days of picnic and Sunday drives.
Gone all too fast and forever.
I pick up a stone and try to skim it across the water,
But it falls beneath the waves.
Sinking as I feel myself sink
And lost beneath life’s mundanities.
I pick up a another, fools gold so smooth and shiny in the sun and slip it into my pocket.
A souvenir of another time, of days and years lost in the mists of memory.
A tightening in my throat until
Your voice calls me back form my reverie,
And all is calm once more.
