in honor we bathe
the world around us in gifts
of a beauty for remembering
the gentleness of spirit.
Perfumed air lingers
exotic Spanish spice drifting
beyond the view the ocean lingers
at bay as we watch
and gaze upon the steps to simplicity.
Random acts
and a thousand hanging threads
like intricate webs twined
saying gently
I was here amongst the history,
and still I see the change occur
beyond the fountain of youth
where even the wrinkle in time
cannot be put off
for the whim of a wish,
we take each step
eyes open to see what will come
from a walk in the maze of life,
we emerge knowing there will be others
in this place we stand
inhaling the scent
of our days gone by.