I Need to Say
I believe in Santa Claus.
These are the things I need to say.
Stars on a June night long ago, waves crashing on a forgotten shore, wild horses racing down rugged moonlit mountain paths-these are the images worth living for.
The kiss of that man I had loved so very long ago, the memory of his voice still whispers through the darkness, through the sorrow of the passing of the years-these are remembrances worth living for.
The crush of sand beneath my sandals, remembering when.
Copyright Jenny W. Andrews 2019