life in dreams December 31, 2013December 31, 2013Posted in childhood, growing older, poem, poetry, Uncategorized how quickly childhood hours wash ashore and recede. we, left behind, are simple whispers of salt and foam. in dreams, we jump waves gleeful, until time, a gentle hand, closes our eyes for a nap, our breathing steady, slow. Life in Dreams Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related