The wayward scent,
Of sunrise's past.

Watch and wonder,
Watch and wander,

Breathe,
And see.
Be,
And believe.

An old morning's mist,
And old glories missed.

Wavering in stance,
A heart yet stands.

A wave goodbye,
May not be a good bye.

The wayward scent,
My way sent,

Show me good
And goodbye.

~Robert van Lingen