Of footsteps ..that once walked that way
A faint outline of blurred footprintsThat the rising Tide held in its sway.
For many moons ago there walked
Another ...... dreaming of the stars
With Present and the Future chalked
Unmindful of Life’s unexpected jars.
Though many rising suns have sizzled
Into the cool of the unfathomable Blue
The washed footprints lay nuzzledBy a secluded rock ..waiting to renew..
Into the distant horizon ..their journey.
So what if the Feet are not the same
The Eyes, they will see so surely
The torch of Rising Hope, aflame.