Anew...a poem of rememberance
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
The sweet salt air brings me back to youth,
when the seas were vast yet filled with potential,
and I like a wisp of foam floated careless on the swell,
and life crashed endlessly beneath me.
Sand between my toes I drift back to beginnings,
when each breath had meaning and each experience new,
when hearts opened as the morning rose,
to the nurture of life's pulse.
How free the soul in the pristine state of youth,
not entangled in the game of life,
but imbuing all of it as a white canvas pleading colour,
ready to be fashioned into a revelation.
By the sea I discovered me,
my roots and connection to life at its most resolute,
each moment conceding nature as the mentor of reality,
the teacher of all that bares consequence.
For me the sea is my mind, always fluid,
always trying to reinvent itself,
to explore and mold new beginnings,
limitless in imagination, guided by the seduction of possibility.
Anew, I am invigorated, each inhalation the power of life,
surging through my veins and healing all my doubts and fears,
as I was in youth, open and accepting of everything that could be,
everything my mind could grasp.
The sea reminds me how small I am,
and how significant I can be in potential,
each move in life a fluid step forward into a future,
that I fashion with my open heart and mind.