Try do I
Not to remember. Not to sad. Not to cry.
But on occasion,
when the sky blue blossoms
with sunshine’s warmth
Memory slips her sweet arms 'round me
And I feel again…
the beauty of dune grass
tufted on white sand dunes,
Mother ocean
singing in her rhythmic roar,
crashing her surf up
on the sand.
Beautiful.
Beautiful to tears.
The so-so-much
of you
I miss.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Try do I
Not to remember. Not to sad. Not to cry.
But on occasion,
when the sky blue blossoms
with sunshine’s warmth
Memory slips her sweet arms 'round me
And I feel again…
the beauty of dune grass
tufted on white sand dunes,
Mother ocean
singing in her rhythmic roar,
crashing her surf up
on the sand.
Beautiful.
Beautiful to tears.
The so-so-much
of you
I miss.