Friday, December 18, 2009

Relaxing on the Beach

Confining my soul to the beach
Where the waves peak and breathe on my face

It calls me

The sand - chained heat on my feet
I imagine - the clouds in my field of vision where birds fly
sheds, sheds, the shining sun

My nesting mind opens and my body collaspes
I am thrown into the cutting water
More than the width and length
of water before and after me

Because I'm in the middle of a sunset and the night
There is more than waves on the beach to consume me

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