By: Joe Trava
She left through the doors of life,
a few moments had passed
beside her friends of time
and her lovely smile just shined.
I saw her and was blind,
she was near, she was too far,
she was present and was absent,
she existed in a fantasy.
I asked her of the unknown sea,
of the waves I didn't perceive,
all in my dream,
and she left through the doors of chance.
I saw the beautiful blue sea in her eyes.
Joe Trava
Play with life, laugh with life, dance lightly with life, and smile at the riddles of life, knowing that life’s only true lessons are writ small in the margin.
-Jonathan Lockwood Huie
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