Wind-ripple lace tearing on quartz-sharp sands,
Silver sunlight threads, twirling, fading, gone –
Your brief beauty and design, one understands,
Are time’s toys, discarded when day is done.
Winds’ repeated weavings cannot last;
The threads are foam, a leaf, a sunshine ray —
So love joins lives with time and fades at last,
Leaves shadows on white sands and lives that fray.
We should be here, love, sharing pine-soft hours.
Lake waves smoothing life’s edged ironies;
We should abandon strife and striving powers
To raise scarlet clouds above distant seas.
I would tease you, splash you and touch your hair,
Raise your smile, bright as wave-lace and as fair.
Robert Walton
Robert Walton is a retired teacher, and mountaineer. His novel Dawn Drums won the 2014 Tony Hillerman Prize for best fiction. “Twilight Fox”, a collection of his poetry, was recently published by Red Wolf Journal. “Joaquin’s Gold”, a collection of his Joaquin Murrieta tales, is available on Amazon.
website : http://chaosgatebook.wordpress.com/
Lovely work. It took me there. Thank you.