Love And A Beach

To fly:

. past the stars and back,

Pausing:

. letting solar flares lick toes clean,

Giggling:

. trying not to distract Divinity,

Its work:

. too important for foolishness,

Hidden:

. or so we thought…

Wiggling:

. fingers through white sands,

Discovering:

. sand crabs in their secret places,

. marking time & dodging birds,

. an ocean feeds them,

. no need for any concern,

Eating:

. then eaten, energy becoming,

. a happiness of embraces,

. and endless conversion,

Dodging:

. waves that rise and turn to spray,

. salty silver treasures,

. kisses of a hidden King…

Resting:

. on a carpet of green moss,

. elves singing from hidden places,

. as white hairs part in prayer,

Healing:

. in the silence of the moon,

. heartbeats dancing in Time,

Connected:

. knowing Greater Things,

. all in the passing of breath,

. its sound: another note,

. in a whispering Harmony,

Smiling:

. too much music for one Life,

Dreaming:

. a mix of past and futures,

. wisps of fear and a Grander view,

Cycling:

. a juggernaut of Love driving,

. an engine without ending,

Calling:

. hoping each will listen,

. and hearing,

. choose to sing along…

All I can hear:

. as Rosy lips part,

. Sea Salt sparking like diamonds,

. sand caked upon an ear lobe,

Exhaling:

. a perfect sigh,

. an announcement of Eternity,

. heard only by the sand & water,

. a prophesy of silence,

Dancing in timelessness.

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Image: Leslie M. Lighthouse

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