Remembrance

By A.E. Bayne

With glazed eyes I peer across the
vast wakelessness of my ocean.
Petrified wood does a dead man's float
as rippling waves incorporate a thousand dreams
into my mind.
Past, present, future
blend like a child's kaleidoscope
as the last embers of the sun's fire
gloriously die and fall
beneath the horizon into oblivion.

(1990)