On the skin of water Reflected clouds caress In tender float of evening orange That bleeds red across rippled wind And I am reminded of A blush
Innocence perhaps never regained Is still remembered And in gentle ways that belie The angst tuned whine of then
Tomorrow, Then sun will again rise To chase the eastern shores shadow And the weekenders will return Laden with grocery and gas To mount their wave running annoyance And sate them selves later With cold beer and a grilled flesh meal As they swap braggadocio
Sunset will return A cooler breeze And I will sit again to watch the skin Wrinkle Reflect And remind
What ever happened to us anyway? Did we simply forget Or did caring cease to matter As we wound lives around routine And our own choices?
Perhaps one evening Iíll see you in the sun And be able to walk away without My own blush of burn
Until then Iíll watch the breeze And feel the waters skin If not yours