A Window In Time Poem by Kel Smith

Alone, a deserted beach.
Calm and breathless.
Silent, save for the gentle murmuring of water as it hugs the shore,
A familiar embrace sounds.

Colored pebbles,
Painted memories,
Uneven and scattered
Like the jagged bits of sand that dot the shoreline.

A looking glass,
Seen but not touched.
Distant and forgotten
A mirrored image back in time.

The sun sets
Blues, reds, oranges, purples
Endlessly they melt into one another
Blurred like watercolors.

Darkness encircles
A new palette is revealed.
The stars shimmer, seamlessly
Tiny beacons reveal the lonely docks.

Solitary, the albatross swims by,
A longing call let out
Unreturned, he swims on
Searching, it's not how he remembers.