Slate on slate, sun on shore.
Pondering matters- that matter no more.
Treading warm slate under bare foot..
Conjuring memories of pursuit.
Of gilded treasures – deep, dark pools
Mercury, copper, gold..and jewels.
Diamonds turned to crystal and frost
Love, and laughter slowly lost.
Time is neither past, nor ahead..
Lost, forgotten – nor left in a shed.
Fill time, dance with it, shout along..swim.
Like the birds on the shore – soar..and sing!
20th Sept’ 2016