The Book Re-opens
© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
Tides, coming full
Yet waning and ebbing
On fading shorelines;
Footsteps treading softly
Leaving their imprint
On the pale blue iridescent dust
Of ancient skylines.
Wandering through cloud drifts
And mother of pearl pyramids,
The days shine amber
Against opalescent nights.
Years, ages, faces,
Tears trading spaces
Reverse through each other
Spiralling the seasons
Windblown pages always moving,
Forward,
Backward,
Opening, closing,
Going past the end,
Back to the beginning.
A wink, a sanctified blink
And the book re-opens.