I used to wake up to
The sound of the waves
With glistening arrays
Obstructing my blurry sight
As the glorious sun arise
Passing through the holes
Of palm made earthy walls
Of an aged-old shack
Still giddy I hear folks talk
But the waves overpower
As though calling me over
So I rise up towards outside
Sluggishly I cannot hide
Looking at the gleaming sea
Delightful to the eyes truly
With the cool ocean breeze
Gently blowing me a kiss
Thus half asleep no more
Blessed to watch such glamour
Those were yesteryears
I have lived and left oh dear
How my mornings were once made
Do these bygones come to an aid
Healing the depth of longingness
How else should that be but reminisce
Disclaimer: Image used is for illustration purposes only. Not in any way originally from the author.
