prose

Ebb & Tide

by kaye

Words take form within my head

but with wings swiftly fly away,

 woven with memories of long ago

they well up to tease and linger...

they ebb and tide 

within, without

clamoring to be remembered-

words unspoken, songs unsung

embraces that faded into the dusk,

bittersweet irony, 

maddening passions wilting away

 in the shadows of past.

Fragments of episodes

like mosaics,

press through the idle mind;

they bring joy or angst

even wonderment

re-living years that 

have flitted by...

Like soft, silvery waves

washing between the toes,

they remind me of the frailty

of a human soul;

coming and going,

lying and rising with each breath

I now know-

that the span of life are like

waves which ebb and tide,

it comes and then it just goes.