in my mind-
I am still
that honey-hearted child
somewhat blind
by lack of sight
and days-…
basking in the sun
the glaze
bleaching, my young blonde mane
toned near bright white-
a portent not seen
a path laid out, unseen,
(closing my eyes) I can feel that warm glow
and taste the care free air
that flows, ’round
as I run in bare feet
‘cross the sand
the heart’s beat of the tide
soothes, like a gentle hand
somehow, even the slight babe
understands, that kind command
of the land.
now I am content
to sit
and reminisce
such dreams of memory, exist
and sip-slowly upon
that seductive elixir
of bliss-
of days bygone.