The wind breaks and moves the ocean,
It is why we can only watch it.
The fields, and forest flourish,
We can name a star and think we wish upon it.
The ocean, the sea, the sound that it will make,
It is why we can only see how it breaks ashore.

This fall, is here now, I speak of a summer lost,
I saw one tree fall, and another grew tall.
I’ll have the far away look I had, even a ghost could cry for.
Inside the event, I linger for the compassion,
Why does love leave it’s self open, or should it.
Mine should be for someone’s purpose,
The time only lasted when the goodbye was a hello.

I knew the hello though, it said it was there,
But there was always a fear, that it might not be,
A wish that it could be two islands born with the same shore.
What air I breathe is not the same when you sat with me,
Bright sun, but we were chilled, like wine not ripe enough,
Hello, this is a goodbye, now only a sigh to that time.

©2007, Ron Globe