The scent of a frothy ocean breeze, reminds me of a time not long past... I close my eyes and witness this dream, a welcome respite that I hope will last... banana leaves and hibiscus flowers brighten the once dim horizon, Like a host of smiling faces, they greet me... welcoming a long lost friend.
From the old bridge , I see a Pelican meandering slowly ...as if she had time to spare - passing through the creek , her feathers wet , seemingly unaware. A crane stands patiently on the flats... waiting for that careless dragonfly, The silence remains....lifting to the heavens a Morning Dove's cry. Ah, but this dream seems so real...much too precious for time to steal. So, I return again to your splendor, my precious isle of light... a place where time fails to cast its shadow.... and where I go to heal "
Gregory S.
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Written for my dearest friends that are no longer walking The Earth....but never forgotten
Comments (2)
kind words.
Greg