
Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Tides revealing,
hearts repealing.
Sands leave naked footprints stealing
vows to mark all time once printed
into fate, as if thus minted.
Peace not interrupted,
nor life corrupted
as some to pay some a future due.
Could the dawn have known the evening’s hue-
it would have held its’ breath for you.
Peace not leaving,
life receding.
All the tides
prepare to go.
Where they wander no one tells
but yonder dreams far place to fell
must capture the lost in such deep spell.
Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Come back, come forward, come life though.
Counting nothing, let all be.
Love finds the rhythm of the sea.
Float me with you; carry me too.
I’ll be light as mist dawning
dreaming tomorrow there again,
waking peace again with you.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Piet Flour
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