Time Passages

Dreaming at the end of an oceans pier... Taking a deep drag from this cigarette Blowing tiny smoke rings into the air Watching them one by one, float away Little gray balloons; black and white A photograph; ascending misty dawn To greet yesteryears weary night which Yawned and now fast asleep she waits Contently as breaking bread these birds Her cliffs edge they soar; whispering Waves amid willows they'll play; poetry The sound of her voice; waking; my love.