The memories of the hands of time..

Revelation. Moments of truth and peace within ourselves

In the stillness of the night
Silence all around save for the
Distant foghorn sounding out
I sit by the seashore, alone
Staring off into the distance
The vastness of the oceans
Darkness, mesmerizing, lulling
Me into a dream-like state.

Stars twinkling down upon my form
The moons soft ray's high above me
Such beauty for the eye to see, yet
lost in this moment.. For alone I am
Lost in deep thought. Traveling the sands
Of time. To a place of memory, age old
Moved towards the cob-webs pushed
Back, to hold onto.. Like pictures of past.

Salty tears move slowly down my cheeks
Cold from the night air, yet numb to all
I am. Standing at the edge of the coolness
Lapping at my feet.. The sand moving back
And forth with the tide.. Like memories
They slowly come forward, only to be yanked back
Once again before touching your minds eye
In a blink of an eye, they are gone, traveling.

Back towards the yesterdays.. The hands of time
Once again taking their due.. I am free once more
To move forward.. The stars looking down catch my
Eye. The moons ray's beaming softly upon my form
I see in shadow upon the cool sand.. And I stand
And look all around.. Suddenly seeing for the first time
All before me.. Above me.. Hands moving, I wipe
At the tears, now dried upon my cheeks.. Then I smile.

Slowly turning, I hear the sound of the fog-horn
In the distance, so peaceful, the thought comes
To mind as I slowly make my way towards my home..

The silence that meets me, I savor like a drug
No longer afraid. For once again I have survived..


Yes... I softly sigh deep within.
Once again I have survived..


The memories of the hands of time..

 

Author's Note

Pic, me on the beach for my birthday

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"For alone I am
Lost in deep thought. Traveling the sands
Of time. "
I like the places you took me with you in this poem. The ocean allow me to think and remember. I like the description and story in your words. We need time alone to ponder and think. A very strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote