Water And Rain Poem by Candice James

Water and Rain
© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA

I long to go down to the shore again:
to hear the water speak to the rain,
to see the seagulls fly on high,
to hear the sadness in their cry.

The tender years when I was young,
when rainbows ‘round my shoulders hung.
Those sky-blue days of golden tears.
These sky-blue eyes long for those years.

The long and winding path grows pale.
The mast now hung with ragged sail
rests alone on a weary shore
and I'll hear the seagulls nevermore.

The fleeting touch of youth is gone.
Life's music now a fading song.
The sky-blue skies have turned to gray
and soon my soul will fly away.

The days of life are beginning to fade,
an age-old stain on invisible suede.
And I long to go down to the shore again
to hear the water speak to the rain …

to hear the water speak to the rain.