Between the forest there
and the sea
lies a single moment.
Each moment
trapped
thousands, millions
grains of time sand
on a beach between the forest and the sea
but unseen trod by many
the moments lost and
then again found
and slipping through
children’s fingers lost again.
We seek the perfect shell
in the sliver
between the forest and the sea.
Perfect can be found.
Can be pulled
from moments of sand
to
shaking memories off
be held aloft
as a prize.
Perfection can be found.
Time is all that is lost.
nice lines and photo also so beautiful
I thank you for your kind words. Always nice to hear things like that…
Beautiful words and gorgeous photo!
ah thank you, you are making me blush 🙂
For some reason, your poem reminded me of Enya’s “Only Time” song…lol
I guess it is a new age poem. Not the goal but well ya get what ya get!