Friday, March 16, 2007
Ghost Shapes Awakening
Ghost Shapes Awakening
By the time
we reach a certain
age
the storms of life
(as they love to call it)
have washed over us,
tempests and gales
assaulting us,
driving us ashore
leaving us exhausted
as wave tossed
sea creatures
glistening on the shoals,
not once
but again and again,
as we lie there
dazed
wondering what it is
that has happened,
we think surely not
this familiar theme once more,
and then each time
we rose like the ghost shapes
of lost mariners awakening,
took our bearings
and followed the inward moving
tracks in the sand,
heard the land birds
calling us on,
headed for the remembered
golden tower,
stopped to rest
by the magic fountain
of the dream.
Dorothy Walters
March 15, 2007
