Cloaked in gray,
the world lay between decisions,
when silence is broken
singing what composers have chased
but could never hope to achieve:
The sun rises with fiery paints
burning upon rippling waters,
golden, flickering light
dancing through the ocean’s waves.
The embrace of silence
gives way to the waiting arms of morning
as stars caught in the
cupped, gray palm of evening, retreat west,
until it is again their time
to blanket the world in its slumber.
A walk along the dark, lonely sand,
the tide whispers to you
its secrets that
you try desperately to understand.
The waves curl in,
and then retreat
with running pebbles,
scurrying back into the sea.
In clumps of
seaweed and rocks,
treasures wait for discovery.
Your only competition,
a gull who’s found his fill.