Still
Wednesday, November 3, 2021
At ocean’s edge
Cool soft sand
Caresses my feet
As I run
Farther away
Escaping the day
Buried seashells quaver
As though calling my name
Focused on the horizon
My mind begins to ease
With every step
I’m uplifted
With each colossal crash
I’m carried by waves
A feather in the wind
Slipping into the past
To another dimension
Where I’m with you again
At last
Free to breathe
This familiar scent
Of salty air
And balmy breeze
I’m exactly where
I want to be
Where we’d meet
Beneath the glow
Of a shimmering moon
Along the waters edge
Our dancing silhouettes
Held forever in
A gentle mist
Where time stands still
In this sacred place
Where sand meets sea
A treasure trove
Of loving memories
Where you still
Hold me tenderly
In the eternal rhythm
Of the song of the sea
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