Eternal Summer - Scribbles

Beach

When tired feet cross the grassy border dotted with thorns
and the soft sand kisses the soles.
Where sticks and stones and shells and little bits of broken homes
are strewn around and nobody wants them.
When the wind runs and rips and drags away your everything
and crabs hide.
Where the sun kisses the sea and the sea embraces the sky
and love is a meaningless speck of foam.
When fleets of black birds paint blots in the sky
and pink clouds chase each other away.
Where purple flowers bloom in a crackling of pebbles
and strange hands don't steal them.

When fingertips draw patterns on the smooth golden sand
and sea foam comes running to send them astray.
Where the wailing blue waters tear away from the land
it's just the right place to wash your heartbreak away.