A Thousand Colors of History

The sound of freedom

It washed over me like white noise

With my feet softly sinking into warm sand

As I watch the ocean ripples caress the pebbles

And broken shells scattered on the shore

My mind refracts the glass I gazed through

A thousand windows into the worlds I knew

With the sun poised on the edge of infinity

A rain cloud spilling rainbows into the sea

Swirling into a thousand colors of history

I gasp awake at last I am free!

My toes comfortably submerged in the sand

I spy a distance ship on the horizon

Its mast swaying in the winter haze

As if in a dream a picture frame remains

A question mark on my perception?

So I stand transfixed like a cat

Silently watching through the window

The haunting sounds of the past

Wisp and wail through pockets of air

The sun sets, time burns my last match

And I rest in the caress of the sea