Sand Dunes

I want to walk barefoot along an empty beach the wash from the sea stroking my feet, the slightest breeze taking the hard edge off the summer sun. But it’s low tide, and the waters have receded far back, swallowed by the ocean. Only the sand of the dunes dominate the shore, and fish pens sticking out like crude fortresses. I see eternity stretched out on barren sand beyond the mist-shrouded dock. Rushed time stands still, converges with distance on some infinitesimal vanishing point. Life’s noise is covered by all this silence, my love boat waits to carry me off to some magical land, bringing the promise of sleep.