The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as if they had come from the sea.


I sat down and wrote:

Sea Of Remembering
The sky opened spilling
itself golden into a darkened sea
a sea of remembering

In the distance vague figures
running, running still
hunched, in antic frenzy

Memories, memories
of the once so young hazy in dreams
just over the horizon
Golden smiles and brave waves
with a look behind their eyes
last seen in nineteen forty four

The sky opened spilling
itself golden onto a darkened sea
a sea almost forgotten

The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as if they had come from the sea.


I sat down and wrote:

Sea Of Remembering
The sky opened spilling
itself golden into a darkened sea
a sea of remembering

In the distance vague figures
running, running still
hunched, in antic frenzy

Memories, memories
of the once so young hazy in dreams
just over the horizon
Golden smiles and brave waves
with a look behind their eyes
last seen in nineteen forty four

The sky opened spilling
itself golden onto a darkened sea
a sea almost forgotten