I breathe in the salty, cool air
as we dig our toes into the sand.
Seagulls fly overhead, squawking,
but they do not disrupt my many thoughts:
Much like the sea, she is beauty incarnate;
Ever-flowing and serene.
Crashing waves upon the rock that which
signifies a timeless resilience,
and even in the darkest depths;
where no man thinks to tread, secrets wait
to be discovered and where my journey begins
I stand before her now,
looking into those captivating eyes
and wonder for what seems an eternity
how I could've possibly been blessed
that which captures the mysticism
of the sea, but I am indeed grateful
for even that is the least I could be.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
I breathe in the salty, cool air
as we dig our toes into the sand.
Seagulls fly overhead, squawking,
but they do not disrupt my many thoughts:
Much like the sea, she is beauty incarnate;
Ever-flowing and serene.
Crashing waves upon the rock that which
signifies a timeless resilience,
and even in the darkest depths;
where no man thinks to tread, secrets wait
to be discovered and where my journey begins
I stand before her now,
looking into those captivating eyes
and wonder for what seems an eternity
how I could've possibly been blessed
that which captures the mysticism
of the sea, but I am indeed grateful
for even that is the least I could be.
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