With wizened face and withered arms he looks his ninety years; His hairless head, those sunken eyes, not given to easy tears. Though yet a smile lights up his face whenever he looks at her, For she it is who lights his life, brings calm to soothe his fears.
But she is now a photograph, an image in her youth, Mounted in silver, encased in glass, resplendent in its frame. A memory of memories, written on his heart, Reminder of a life well spent, of the lovers they became.
Long years, a life, have passed him by, the past now left behind. What does the future hold for him that hasn’t once been tried? Save memories, now fading, but alive within his heart, Bringing rich fodder to his dreams, a full life justified.
The promise of the sea As it thrusts towards the shore Is of resurgent love And with it the swell in my heart soars Its tide in turn repeating What once I had before When life was young And in its flow
Now as it ebbs It is not easy To renew that glow Which once provided all the hope Of future bliss I ever needed When sun kissed seas Spoke loud their passion Their cresting waves Breaking one on one In repeating fashion Mirroring my wishes Releasing desires Bringing the froth and foam Of hope To these cool shores
Ribbed sand now reminds Of what is yet to come The ripples of my heartbeat Become the breakers bolstering my breath The thrill of expectation Arriving with the tide
On what distant shores have those same waves Broken their strength And torn in two My harried heart