Ocean Dance
Soft sun, dripping through
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.
Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.
Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.
Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.
Copyright © Jae Airgead | Year Posted 2013
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