Its Oceans Between You And Me
I’ve always loved the ocean.
The sea breeze brushes past, playing with my hair,
I can taste the salt on my tongue.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The water laps at my toes as my feet sink into the sand. Here, I feel anchored. Here, I feel at home.
Sunlight falls onto the crests of the waves, making them glimmer as they crash onto the shore in all their glory.
I am mesmerised by the melody of the ocean. It beckons me, and as if in a trance, I let the tide take me with it. The tides are in my veins now.
I feel the spray of salt on my face, the crashing sound of the waves receding as I wade out further.
Breathing in once, I let my feet off the bottom. If I could catch my breath underwater, I would, taking in the splendor of the world beneath the waves.
A plethora of colours explode before my eyes; a paradise, unknown to man.
Fish flit here and there and strands of seaweed sway to and fro. If only I could hold my breath a little longer.
Alas, it is not to be. I find myself at the surface, gasping for air as the images fade from the back of my eyelids.
The waves whisper to me — of things and secrets unknown.
I steel myself, expecting to fight against the current. Surprisingly, it lets me pass.
I swim back to the shore, throwing myself upon the golden sand.
They say it is a dangerous place, the sea. Whoever said that beauty wasn’t dangerous? It has a certain tantalising charm to it.
I fall onto the sand. We are so much more lovelier when we fall.