As Always

I reach out to touch the passing gentle breeze, And the breeze dances beyond my reach Playfully caressing the tall, silent trees Betraying their thoughts in whispering leaves. I watch sunlight on the ocean waves reflect And I yearn for the kiss of her warm light. But the waves firmly demand respect Cresting, breaking, push me back to the shore I see the meadow flowers in their gentle dance And yearn to join their graceful sway, To throw caution to the whims of chance, But knowing they are delicate, I am held away. For so long now I have been on this journey Seen so many of life’s silent truths Sought to understanding to be free And find strength fails, a cruel limit of age, Ahead I am awed by the wonders before me, So much to behold and to learn, Out of reach like a distant beauty Taunting, you are too young and small. So I remain, as old as time, ever here Walking the path of always, Like dawn when it does first appear, Young and new, the path all before me © Candace 5/20/09 Return to Poetry Index