Changing tides sweep at my feet, pulling me farther along a path I've never ventured alone. Intrepid, a woman stands, walks, sways in the wind, holding her ground firmly and letting my ground go. She whispers when she cries, restlessly she smiles, caressing the portrait in her arms- she looks weak and pliant, something she's never admitted to understanding, or feeling before. I shift my feet uncomfortable in her presence. She asks where I'm bound, "I dont know." At this, she cringes smiles bids my farewell, and turns her back. As she leaves she takes the gentle sway of the wind and the tide turns a harder current pulling me down my path and I lose my place in the swarm of colors. She took the gentle breeze from me, and the breath out of my lungs making the journey harder, but not impossible. I would be mad, but its harder for her to let go, then it is for me to ever say goodbye. The ocean breeze breaks and turns to a stagnant pond until a slight wisp of air rejuvenates my lungs and I begin to inhale, on my own, and again. She watches from above, but only for awhile because the scenery is changing and the lightings going bad and her eyes cant take the stress, any longer. She leaves diamind dust behind her, Hoping one day we will find her, and bring her back the innocnce of a child. [Its about my mom letting go of me as I'm growing] L L