Safely I…

Morning sun rises in the east; pinks and golden light
gently wash over sand and sea, leaves fall,
drops of dew glistening with song, sea grass bend with ease.
I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin.
Safely I sway.

Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing
to a euphoric sensation touching gingerly, treasured within
a sequence of knowledge revealed.
I breathe deeply salty air cleanse.
Safely I ex-hale.

The voice of an ocean breeze whispers secrets told when the heart opens
to the truths of the soul. Perception is as personal as faith,
as personal as ones heartbeat, as personal as cherished memories.
I skip sea-stones they bounce; counting 1, 2, 3.
Safely I smile.

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