The sea, once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net of wonder forever.

Jacques Cousteau

02/09/2012

Memories


Memories are like seashells at the beach.
Hidden, waiting to be discovered.
When unearthed they're handled with care.
Beauty, smiles made, delicate.

They're taken home and saved.
Close to heart's vision.

One day they break.
Changed, hidden.
Forgot.
Lost.