Ocean Tales

by the ocean tales

I follow the moon

her pattern draws the day

and crosses the sky


from morning to night

each afternoon past

collect those jewels 

while they last 


Echo of Eternity

the past erodes the present
my thoughts run deep
I see now;
where it all began.

in that moment of clarity
I wait for her,
each time
we both fall in love

my soul is painted
like the skies,
I see no reason
to change that.