The blues and the greens all swirl and become one another.
Like a painting done by an artist whose palate  be our sky.

Lost and lonely drift wood rides the surf onto the shore.
No one can keep drifting wood from drifting.

The girls lay soaked in magical oils with large black sunglasses and tiny string bikinis.Never dreaming beyond today.

Laughing dolphins slice through blue green oceans chasing big eyed tuna from sea to dying sea. All the while laughing ,laughing at the fact we can not see.

Bottled up love letters and egg packed turtles find their way onto the shore.

Keepsakes and wedding bands, car keys and time pieces all forever lost within the depths of a sandy beach.

Like the crowd at the theater on an opening night we line the shores along the edge of the world and await that final show the setting sun always brings.

May the cares I had for this day pass  burn themselves with the colors of a breaking sky slapped across with pastel pinks and soft tinted blues.

May I stand among the crowds,paint my face as dull as theirs.
Shade the knowledge from my eyes while we watch the sun move on.

May the crowds not see my satisfying grin as the sun gives way for dark and gives light to the land beyond the ice.
The land we can not see.