The Sound of Winter: Tres Zapotes

 

~~ Walking on Fire ~~

Oh the sound of Winter!  It can strike the face!
With cold water, waking our very soul...

And who travels from the safe abode?

Really is it Kept?  Or do we pay others
To clean and do for us what we cannot do
For ourselves?

 Like ours.  How Fantasy rattles Others!

When the stinging of the fire underneath
Your feet hurtsYou, and you have worked so
Hard to stay away...

The memory of many lovers linger into your
Realities like the scent of fresh salad dressing,
Or perhaps great Italian Blue Cheese...LOL

You walk the golden beach alone,
And  step into the slide sculpting the thing
Which brings you pleasure...

Let us now recall the moments in Early Spring,
Those moments others will read, and perhaps
Not understad...

The times we felt alive along the golden
Beach where only the sound of France
Kept us together...Do you remember?

Even if I cared you did, and you remembered me,
And you answered my call, and you echoed, the call
I would look at you as a stranger, and you would
Thank me, only dying inside...