SKIPPING STONES


To the bay he traveled
Not a long way
On the waters edge he sat
As often he did to reflect

A young man, more a boy at twelve
Dreams would pass through his mind
Of travel and adventure
Looking to the bridge in the distance

What lies beyond this small town
He thinks at twelve all knowledge is his
Just like the lapping of the waves it comes
Simple truths, yes the world is black and white

Books that he has read tell him all he needs to know Someone walks up behind him
Does he dare glance or just guess
One of two knows this place

She walks softly on the jagged rocks
Then sits beside him
They will talk and joke
Their world light and complete

The sun begins to set
It is romantic in its hues
They don't recognize it as such
But are still effected by it

They both have brown eyes and dark hair
Similarities shared in heart and mind
Youth above all
He tosses a rock along the top of the waves watching the stone skip

She delights and throws one too
Time for dinner and the darkness comes
Tomorrow it will be the same
Neither of them knows that the future will change everything

They walk laughing
With each step they age
Also comes the knowing of how little of their world is real
The harshness has yet to come from heartbreak and loss

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000