Like Sea-song...

Time rushes through heart doors and rolls like sea-song into memoriesIt roars through dreams where nothing seems to faze the toll it takes with ease It grins and thins blue-sky July like pigment on a painter’s trayWhile a collection of impressions, like blown bubbles, wafts away And draws us nearer to that place we all approach with every breathThe grace of where we are is scarred with mementos of life and death Magnificence of innocence soon stripped of luster of first leafHow soon we start to recognize the bloom of every bud is brief Ah, today does not bat an eye as it marches through you and meTurning the future into past, cast in ethereal imagery As, what was once so riveting and all-encompassing becomesA trail of seasons scattered like flower petals and cookie crumbs Where, while time rushes through us like sea-song that rolls across the shoreThe older that we get we pause to hear its music more and more © Janet Martin