Faces

Treading on the shore, 

Sifting the fine sand through my fingers 

I let time slip by - Unnoticed , innocuous.

Ages since I did that ! 

 

Pigtailed days – halcyon days

The past beckons from the spray

The sun plays a tantalizing game 

Of hide and seek .

 

Grey and gold - warm and cold 

Alternates the Deep 

Sending forth more waves 

Erasing all marks left on the shore.

 

The waves echo within me 

As face upon face rises up in my memory

Each holding a special place, all deeply engraved 

Some sweet, some bitter .

 

No sands of time these , they will not erase 

Will remain after the last wave 

Has washed down the very existence 

That is “me”.