as you colour, crayons sweepings, I dream of the ocean. The waves lapping. To and fro, in and out. A breath exhaled. A friend waiting. The salt on my tongue. Bitter.
The scent of sea salt
follows me. A hope, a dream.
Away from here. From the daily grey. Give me the blue of the ocean, golden sands, bright white spray. Give me air to breathe.
We take off our shoes
Feel cold sand on our toes
Watch the morning rise
like fresh, warm seas
dive into the horizon
swim among the clouds
immerse in the blue
I got asked to write something happy….not sure if this counts.
The ocean sang. Each wave pitched a note, each tide spoke a lullaby.
She sat on the empty beach. Hands hugging her knees, her bare feet nestled beneath the blanket of sand. A canvas of blue lay before her. Bright. Beautiful. Alive.
The evening sun kissed her face, its warm touch delightful. Its close embrace welcome.
Beneath the glowing light she basked, listened to the ocean song.
Laying back she was happy. She was alone. As the waves lapped her feet she was free.
splashing water on my face
reminded of the sharp sea fret
the tide I miss so well
at the beach
Pebble on the beach
rolling in the waves, returns
to the open sea