The Breathless Song Of Her Youth At Sea Poem by Thomas Bates

Another beautiful morning -and
outside,
she hears the
Waves softly rolling in
That remind her of an ebbing & flow
of a life far away.

Prayers
Were brought in continually on
The ragged oceanic winds.

In this dense wind
Are lost words of a
favorite friend,
A voice delicately dead and covered
With moist earth
As she is recalling figments and

fragments of autobiography.

Troublesome questions aside, time was
On our side.
While candles waited, seemingly,
to be lit,
I saw eyes, once again, filling w/
youth
Before
growing
dim.