Late afternoon, seaside
Trying to bottle time
Collecting these moments
Like shells and sunshine
Sun kisses shoulders,
Water, and sand
And nothing's arranged by
The hands of man
The surf presents shells
Some broken and crushed
Sometimes whole treasures are
Taken back in a rush
I try to hold onto the moments
As close as one can
Though I fumble as time slips
Like sand through my hands
Your eyes, child, are so filled
With wonder and awe,
You're my greatest adventures,
The best gifts of all
Time and tides change
And unfold in no rush
While pelicans fly
Across sunset's blush
Always fleeting
copyright VSM 2015 - contemplating how quickly childhood flashes by