The beach,
Hit by the waves as they rush to the shore,
lingering for a second,
hastily kissing the soft sand,
listening to their crashing cries,
as they are pulled away by an invisible hand.
The beach,
Waking up to each golden dawn,
softly yawning,
Each grain of sand glittering like diamonds
under the blazing sun at noon,
Breathing a sigh as dusk waltzes in,
her gown swishing, diffusing shades of red,
Bathing in the brilliance of the sun as he sets,
soothing the sea as she swoons.
The beach,
Reflecting the inky blue of the night sky,
grains of sand, countless like the stars.
The bed where a thousand restless souls lie,
tracing dreams in the constellations above.
Falling asleep to the wind singing
Songs of long-lost love.
The beach,
Where I find myself washed ashore,
when shattered shards of lightning
hit the stormy seas of my mind,
where I lay down my fears and woes,
when the warm sunshine soothes my soul.
Where, each day, under the weeping sky,
the waves sing me to sleep with a haunting lullaby.
Where I find myself,
in the winds and the tides,
in each grain of sand,
and in the footsteps left behind.
And where, one day, I'll lose myself,
seeking a lost role, in life's pantomime,
leaving behind just another footstep
to be washed away
by the waves of time.
