Standing on the crest of nostalgia I am electrified with expectation The fog rolls back and I see the lived and not yet lived the one fitting into the other in seamless symmetry Standing on the crest of nostalgia memories flicker in waning light Sunrays trumpeting a call to gather up the threads and descend to where the ocean bleeds into the land Walking along the wind-swept beach to where my future awaits Sands give way to footprints as the waves lap up the last trace of my passing a ghostly sail on the horizon Tides draw all the lived and not yet lived down into ocean nurseries Still nostalgia will raise me up again to ascend the pilgrim’s path to heights where new life flows into the passing of the old © Cristina Olsen, August 5, 2013
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 03:30:56 +0000
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