A Youth Restored

by ianblackpoet

All I have are simple words,

A ripened eye and swollen heart

Sands of time, within, enshrined

And now, restored to youth, my art

 

The tide I knew could not be turned,

The crashing waves of time

Alone, I stood to meet their wrath

And yield, afraid, my prime.

 

Unshakable and firm, you held

And turned the tide of sand

We cast the waves out to the sea

Together, hand in hand

 

A simple word of what I feel;

The endless tide, retreat

A timeless love for you, alone

With every breath and beat