Distant Drummer

Tiny pearls of wisdom
worn like a thorny crown
fall delicately
and lay in contrast
against tanned skin
of a woman’s breast;
who once held
a passion for love
in the palm of her hand
As a sea breeze
dances around her,
her precious soul floats
along the widows walk
without intent
Subtleties of a moment
captured like
a ship in a bottle;
slight slip of sand
beneath her bare feet
Yet, she can still hear
the music in the wind
as it carries her heart
to that distant drummer
and hope is always there,
always on the up beat…

© 2015 TrilbyYates