Tears of Dawn

A poem about remembering those grand memories of life. Dedicated to "Manda Bear."

Let the tide come upon the shore
and wash us away to the sun.
We reach up into
the swirling sky of dawn.
We cry out to the heavens.
Tears stream down our faces
as we struggle to renew
what was lost so long ago.
You take my hand
You lead me along the correct path.
Light streams down
the face of the mountains.
These memories
these happy times
return to us.
They dance around us
like shadows across the walls,
like old friends,
long gone,
that return to us at last.
The ocean, the calming voice
of the seas,
call to us.
We walk upon the stillness of the waters.
We walk with these memories.
The memories walk,
and talk,
and we are renewed in the warmth of their light.
Yet these memories,
these old friends, cannot stay with us,
cannot grace us with their power forever.
They retreat upon the sea's horizon,
and retreat within the mountains once again,
and we are washed away in the tears of dawn.