Scribbled With Ink

Times sweet are lines scribbled

On the sand at a seashore adorned

With glimmering beams 

Of red, gold and yellow light

Short-lived against ferocious waves 

Dashing on sands, white and smooth

Vanishing without a trace

Yet their memory, eternal and dear

Walking in as a guest uninvited

Are times bitter and cold

Imprinted on old paper with a magic ink

Fading into thin air, at the break of dawn