Standing in the sand,
My feet sunken into the softness,

I feel a sort of longing,
As the waves kiss my ankles,

That is more than the tug
And release of the water upon the shore.

I lose a bit of myself,
Feeling pulled to the ocean,

That is more that the grains of sand
Scraping away at my skin.

The foamy waters come
And take away pieces of my soul,

And with each wave,
I feel a greater desire.

The roaring of the sea
Seems to call my name,

And I look to the distant boats with envy,
For I wish to be in their place.

Looking back to my feet,
Feeling the water come and go,

I draw patterns in the sand
That disappear, quickly erased.

And I think how much that is to life:
A force that lets you create

Then takes all away in an instant,
Leaving behind a blank slate.

I draw a heart
And I smile.

But just like that,
It’s gone,

With only a vague imprint
That, too, fades.

And so I draw a conclusion,
Standing here upon the shores of time,

The call To Be is strong
And unavoidable,

But, in the end,
The sea will erase it all,

Leaving a faint shadow to call memory,
Which is doomed to disappear in the horizon.