Midday, on a cool Spring swath of beach
To stretch my eyes as far they'd reach
I revel in the peaceful solitude
With a still heart full of gratitude

And I smile, while the seagulls laugh at me
As the wind blows o'er the cold free sea
With thin chapped happy, pale pink lips
Young enough to remember, too old for a kiss

Some people comb the shore for shells
And I, unnoticed watch from a hill
Of sand plowed high by the angry waves
That ran far away from an ocean grave

A little girl holds one on her ear
To capture surf sounds closely near
And make them louder, hearing things
That live underneath the mean foam green

And the sky is soft and clear light blue
And in my eyes it seems brand new
As if it was never this blue before
And needed something to brighten it more

The briny air felt on my cheek
Flown cross the globe in windy sweeps
Makes me to ponder where it'd been
Before my nose had found its scent

Then turning to look at the sun clock watch
Time said get up and start to walk
Yet linger here to repress a groan
'Cause I can't take it with me home

Written by Sara Fielder © Mar 2014