Category: Nostalgia

Floating Sands

Floating sands of time

Slowly sinking to settle

Forever, never to return

Resting at the bottom

of my river bed

Slowly, waters of time

Flow over the residue

of my life

Causing me to reflect

On what just passed by

My life floats by me,

And I need to hold on

To something

But who can

Hold on to flowing waters

Floating sands

Warm West Indian Night

I go back in the past

And open the window

And let in a hot sweet West Indian night

I take a handful of air

And cover my face

And feel so good, so fresh –

Lemon and jasmine

It must be with a touch

Just a touch of longing

For sweet frangipani

of my tired soul

Just a bit more,

I reach out into

The dark night of my soul

And take another handful

Before I open my eyes

And

Close the window

To the warm West Indian night