1-8-2013 Walking The Shore
Tomorrow,just as today,I begin to wonder,
How much I would like to walk the shore.
As the same as did,once long before,
Those memories do not fade,even as rain thunders,
Or more so now that I have my cane,
I met you once there,I was not alone,
Your eyes sparkled,like the stars beyond the moonlight,
As if the same,a memory or a dream,it’s what I want,
To return with my kite to fly,my feet to sink ,my mind to fly,
Feel the warm sand through your open hands,
Kiss the smile -right off your face,like the flowers on the make,
I am here now writing in the wind,
Sharing with you where I stand,beside the busy sea,
I shall stay as long as I can,willing to fill you in,with my favorite pen.