|Photo Courtesy of Cabo Sails|
The waves wound through an ocean arch
A portal to a land of sky.
The clouds above were swept to match
The look that lay beyond the lee.
It seemed that in their white and grey
Across the spans of time they'd come;
And we as travelers who'd stay
Swam out to meet the greeting clouds.
The sun then drifted toward the sea
And touched the rocks with flecks of gold;
We floated there in worlds blue-green
The glade of light poured all around.
We thought we'd live in that glass ball
Where we were touched by sea and sand;
Yet days in paradise befall
Before our lives are blown by wind.
We turn again to early plains
Where wheat-like grains grow gold, then brown;
We feel the cold, awaiting rain
And sense our lives turn grey and old.
(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2011