At the Beach
At the beach I follow the sand like the water follows the seashore
cool wind in my face, the sun at my back, all the world is an Apple
Conversations with Angels and God's of the Universe
are easy as rain, when I am in solitude's reign.
The trees are a talking while I go a walking, oh what a view
Children building sandcastles make a picture perfect painting,
of both innocence and awe...
With an acrylic sky that paints itself with blues, whites and pinks
I hover my eyes over a mingling blushing sunset. At the end of day,
it never fails to arrive, bringing with it both beauty or deliverance
it shines and graces the land, without askance.
At the beach the seagulls soar o'er promising horizons,
while I sit on my blanket and watch a latent un-discovered sun,
rise off the calm blue waters.
Here where the crunch of an apple can be heard over ocean foam,
I allow my heart to release a flower, before the sweet magenta gloam.
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