The soft wind breathes upon the sea
as silent ripples dance to shore,
the warm foam embraces each grain...
time and again; forevermore.

The sun shall rise and set each day
the in-between will come to pass,
as pictures taken in our hearts...
etched memories upon the glass.

As good and evil spins their web,
upon the shadows of the field,
Spring flowers fold their open cups...
in dead silence they do not yield.

The soft wind breathes upon the soul
as all hearts rebuild once more,
and spirits float within the breeze...
time and again; forevermore.

©Marie C.
3/1/04