The Sea Shore

The sea shore, where thoughts become untied, and the spirit yearns with its ebb and flow, watching the sun cut across the horizon like a dull knife, as the day moves through time to the color red. There between amber light and rendered dark, waves allow silence to dwell. Asking the mind to describe the indescribable, where senses are lost, and welcomed scenes of birds silhouette across, a rainbow sky bending to the horizon. The coolness of wet sand wraps around the skin as you glide through soft foam. and the undulating of each wave wells up, to end at the feet before pulling back, leaving a sense of eternity. To stay, to cross into twilight where stars beckon, leaving trails upon the sky, as though a match was struck, bring secrets woven by the moon's light, dripping on the black water surface, like a crown of crusted jewels to welcome a lonely traveler. As the imprints left by the day wash out to sea. Contest The Sea Shore 1/30/16