Bruce and The Sea

Droplets collide.

Sand. Water. Wind. Sky.

You laugh.

The bubbling of your voice mixes

with the sound of crashing waves.

Your spin;

you sprinkle more diamonds into the air.

You race;

each stride larger, faster.

I see you: free, weightless, without a care.

Run, Bruce.

May you always run free.

May your happiness always be so great

that it could not be held by the sea.