Winds of Change

The orange globe hung over the horizon ready to hand over the torch To a waxing moon ready to watch over the cycle of disbelief and hope An epilogue to old beginnings and fresh start to the calm of the evening Ripples embraced the shore line of silent surrender in quiet composure The bathers had taken their sunburn home for shower lotion and memories Ice cream vendors had packed up their stalls for another season of soothing Surf boards and wet suits were stored with striped loungers and parasols Turrets gatehouses and drawbridges looked over moats for tides to resolve Arrow slits had a last glance of dissolving rays onto solid keep’s sake Inner wall curtain walls harbouring the chapel succumbed to imminent rise Embattled prayers found places in souls and illusions of permanence Stars mingled with comets on the canvass of ways milking the future When the floodgates opened Tim only had a short stroll to his beach hut Another night of solitude waited for sweet dreams and whirls of sands