By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2001 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.10.22.17.24511]] |
I smell the salt in the thick fragrant sea air and reminisce of a time that was so carefree So familiar so distant relentless memories plague me surf, sand, sea and endless possbilities Waves crash gulls fly time passes like the grains of sand passing through my hand the sound so passifying the memories so vivid an eternity feels like a minute and a minute feels like an eternity I can't help myself from making the internal analogy so much time has past so much past is time borrowed stolen lost slowly regained in the memories of yesterday but the sea is still here crashing one wave on top of another so loud it's almost silent each angry wave internally combusting with endless beauty I feel irreparable yet complete sitting here in awe of the Pacific |