Jun 2018
The surf gently strokes the shore
The sands reveal loving notes of
the sea's heart and soul
Shells that hold secrets and
songs of all wonders and
terrors that lay below
They glisten upon the golden
sands as a mere human like
me walks
How it soothes the soul.
I pick up the shells from
the sea's edge
They drink the sun's light on
my palm, so strange and beautiful
But nothing compared to when I
place the love's note to my ear
and hear the murmurs and
laughter of all it's creatures
How the sea's love notes
picks me off my feet
Drifting on the tide
of star-seed
dreams
The sands reveal loving notes of
the sea's heart and soul
Shells that hold secrets and
songs of all wonders and
terrors that lay below
They glisten upon the golden
sands as a mere human like
me walks
How it soothes the soul.
I pick up the shells from
the sea's edge
They drink the sun's light on
my palm, so strange and beautiful
But nothing compared to when I
place the love's note to my ear
and hear the murmurs and
laughter of all it's creatures
How the sea's love notes
picks me off my feet
Drifting on the tide
of star-seed
dreams
I've always loved looking at seashells. There's something almost ethereal about collecting seashells and walking on the beach barefoot at sunset.
I hope to do this one day. A cheap thrill to most but I would treasure that moment.
A dream added onto my list of things to do before I die.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
I hope to do this one day. A cheap thrill to most but I would treasure that moment.
A dream added onto my list of things to do before I die.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
