By the sea
Filling the Years
The shadows move, grow long and dark
with ebbing of the day.
Sometimes when I sit down to write,
I have nothing to say.
I scribble, crumple pages up,
then hope my aim is good.
Twirl reading glasses in my hand.
I'd write, if but I could.
First stars appear through window glass,
as crimson fire has set.
The last year held such memories
and few that I regret.
But now the future's on my step
and what am I to do?
So many months and years to fill.
With what, I have no clue.
Perhaps with children I will work.
Bring laughter to their days.
Hold tiny hands, good lessons teach
in oh so many ways.
I know I will paint ocean scenes
and more poems I will write.
In soft starlight of the darkness
I'll still drink in the night.
I'm sensitive with gentle heart
and want to give my best.
To all of you my life will touch,
I hope that you'll feel blessed.
"Love is space and time measured by the heart"