Crests of Diamonds

The wind delivers diamonds

On the crests of rippling waves.

Old roads, past memories traveled,

Store in the sparkles my photos save.

 

Time once measured in hours,

Now ebbs on wind jeweled tides.

Constantly changing directions,

Fate and currents never take sides.

 

The cove today is white crystal,

Tomorrow, shiny black pearls…

The future, relies upon the wind,

Ruling how life’s sails unfurl.