Like a shell on the beach... My memory lingers on.... The waves carry them in... The sand erodes their shape The rain buries them low... The sun shines them gold... A stranger picks it up... Seals it in his palm.... Throws it back into the sea There in the depth of time.. My memory lingers on.
Prabha Trimurty
Sweet Dreams
Peacefully, sleep comes to a dear beloved heart.
Quietly, we understand the time has come to part.
Tenderly, the love shines on ... a never-ending light.
