Thursday

It is a Thursday

and the bright moon

in the sky reminds me of

those cold November nights of

Childhood

 

The bay breeze held us both

as the sand sifted between our souls

and in silence we sat watching

the waves dance until

Dawn

 

And alone, years later, I pleasantly

recall those blissful eves

when in my youth, time was

a friend always with me, and never leaving me

Behind

 

So it comes to pass that those

eternal nights lift into

a long forgotten mist only

recalled when a strange but familiar fragrance

Remembers for me

 

And upon my sorrowful waking on

the soft white pillows, heart slow and steady,

comfortable…

the sea and childhood and warm summer nights

fade,

and I remember

It is a Thursday.