Sunday, March 1, 2020

A Spring of Memories


A crystal clear bay in the new month of May
bounded by waters of dark blue and jade

The smell of the sea carries memories of days
resting in the arms of the earth mothers haze

A softness of soul conjures thoughts from afar
while the sun kissed breezes wash over your scars

Remembering places with sun dappled shade
recount journeys of purpose standing clear and well made

What comes of this place when the world turns to fall
can it stand its firm ground and not change at all

When memories are pure and reside in the heart
then nothing can touch them unless allowed to depart

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