In still
All hidden
A memory of innocence.
One walks along old beach boards
And smiles into salty sea air
To reclaim the freedom of thought
And the passion of yester years.
One sits by the old wood door
Leaning into the half light
Dreaming of love's life lost
Half a century past.
One lies on the old crib
Yearning to fly far away
Learning to soar in her mind
While her heart breaks softly.
In still
Half hidden
A Memory Of Hope...
