Only Yesterday - Alan Marquis

To me they are the same, in every perfect way,
those sweet sounds across the bay,
resounding in caves beside surf and foam,
where a boy once played, who called this home.

Here in these caverns, so cool and deep,
the wind outside is calm, still asleep,
as light comes to hold in quivering gleam,
silent sea-weed, swaying in the stream.

Though the boy of old is still in my eye,
his long passed dreams can only sigh,
for those days when he scrambled beside,
and shared unknowingly, a throne with the tide.

Where once his laughter filled these caves,
drifted out, far across those waves,
the boy in his heart must fondly say,
those happy days were really, only yesterday.

Alan Marquis