That Song.

That time when the Damp sheets billowed Like sails trapped In winsome air, Giving up the sea For sun and wind.

Hard to hear the music Harder still to remember Those times when The world stopped At the horizon, And that was far enough.

Every now and then A song is played, And the years Slide away like Rain on leaves; That very moment Says hello again.

Our stories come Wrapped in music A personal symphony Only we can remember; The circle broken or whole Has always been there, One and many And back again.