Walking the Shore

1-8-2013 Walking The Shore Tomorrow,just as today,I begin to wonder, How much I would like to walk the shore, As the same as I did,once long before, Those memories do not fade,even if in thundering rain Or more so now that I have my cane, I met you once there,I was not alone, Your eyes sparkled,like the stars far beyond, As if the same,a memory or a dream,it's what I want, To return with my kite to fly,my feet to sink ,my mind to awake, Feel the warm sand through your open hands, Kiss the smile -right off your face,like the waves curls before the break , I am here now writing in the wind, Sharing with you where I stand,beside the busy sea, I shall stay as long as I can,willing to fill you in,with my favorite pen.