If only my fingers could reach so far,
through time and space of this plane.
Each line of your face would be traced
with gentle strokes and remembered,
carefully tucked away in synapses
of star blinking memories.
I remember what you love:
Lady Ocean sends her skirts of foam
skittering across the sand and rocks,
with quiet swooshing of the ebb and flow.
Each small shell upon the shore, jewels.
Some are broken, some are whole.
In each hour of life are echoes of the living.
Is there an answer in the shadows of thought?
Do you or I only know as glass mirrors with reflection,
one soul to another?
Mind and soul awakens to know more,
no words to speak.
What soul is mine or yours,
when the window is seen from inside out,
yet the knowing gaze was outside-in?
The sun, reflects like flames of fire in your eyes.
Your footprints in the wet sand mark well your path,
balanced between today and tomorrow.
March 6, 2001 Ashford
re-write February 21,2008