I see her barefoot on the sand
she gazes out to sea
The breeze touches her hair
Her eyes fix on the surf
She is at peace
With the sea
Above the waves there is motion
coloured forms are alive
Butterflies, dancing with the life
of a future unlived.
She is at peace
With the butterflies
The butterflies reflect her moods
Sky blue with hope
Scarlet red with love
Rich green with Earth
She is at peace
With the Earth
Before me she transforms
into a meadow of wildflowers
That sing of 60's peace
on a quiet Friday afternoon
She is at peace
With the afternoon
My mind briefly imagines her
Below Caziel's mural
Absorbing a culture of hope
That lives within her heart
She is at peace
With her heart
And then I see her turn
the sunlight plays briefly on her face
She retraces her steps into town
leaving footprints in the sand
She is at peace
With herself.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
I see her barefoot on the sand
she gazes out to sea
The breeze touches her hair
Her eyes fix on the surf
She is at peace
With the sea
Above the waves there is motion
coloured forms are alive
Butterflies, dancing with the life
of a future unlived.
She is at peace
With the butterflies
The butterflies reflect her moods
Sky blue with hope
Scarlet red with love
Rich green with Earth
She is at peace
With the Earth
Before me she transforms
into a meadow of wildflowers
That sing of 60's peace
on a quiet Friday afternoon
She is at peace
With the afternoon
My mind briefly imagines her
Below Caziel's mural
Absorbing a culture of hope
That lives within her heart
She is at peace
With her heart
And then I see her turn
the sunlight plays briefly on her face
She retraces her steps into town
leaving footprints in the sand
She is at peace
With herself.
