The Beach

Waves crash and water crests
Upon my knees,
Wetting them, cooling them,
Aiding the breeze;

Which washes and crosses
The lines of my face,
Calming me, crade’ling me,
Calling my name;

Sending me, bringing me,
Over the seas,
And swirling and whirling
My thoughts out to space;

Splashing and drenching the
Ship of my mind,
Sailing, not failing, to
Survive the storms;

It floats and it flies over
The deeps of my soul.