Upon the shore of time.





When I close my eyes I can still feel the whispers of your thoughts

against my skin.  Muted the words skim across me dancing off the

ebbing tide. Hiding between the grains of sand.  You wonder why I

cannot see, perhaps I no longer know where to look, so many grains

covered by pebbles, endorsed by shells of hidden depth and crushed

by the seaside walkers. Perhaps I just don’t know where to look.

The tide draws up and then pulls back, leaving a trail of glistening

water in its path, foam litters the shore, covering more. I look for you

along the waters edge, you are so far out I cannot reach you, and I

am so far in you cannot see me. But everyday that tide draws in and every

day the water meets the grains of time. Every day I wonder if today

we can connect. Today on the shore we will meet with the ocean beneath

our feet.


Karen Hayward ©2015.




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