Young and Old – 1

You and I

Young and Old ~1

 

We’ll stand on the shore one day.

Barefoot in the tingling sand,

Facing the slipping waves,

And laugh together at the thrill

Of cold on our clenching toes.

And I will forget the storming sea

That rolls and throws at our mortality,

And with bright eyes both

The calm horizon we will see.

We’ll slip our hands together one day.

Giant and small ‘gainst the cold,

Facing the patchworked hills

And smile together at the simple match

Of blood and skin ‘gainst the brisk.

And I will forget the pitch black sky

That frozen, stares down at our mortality,

And with bright eyes both

The promise of future we will see.

© S. Dyer 2011

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About Stuart Dyer

Stuart Dyer, Christian Writer and Musician living in West Sussex, England. Works in the hope of producing the worthy novel or solo; giggles at Oliver Hardy, Peter Sellers and Spike Jones; admires Hudson Taylor, Dickens, Salinger, Bill Bailey and Neil Peart; listens from Wagner to Miles with lots of stops in between; dances to motown and aims to achieve balance in all things.
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2 Responses to Young and Old – 1

  1. kayla harlow says:

    beautiful

    Like

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