Solid like sand
Panic and sweat
The despair of a
Wandering soul
Frantically paced
It passes you by
You stand still in
Panic
Your sweat is the
Ocean mist
Your panic is the
Rushing waves
The beautiful wave
In your hair
Sea salt sprays
To caress your aura
In fogged saute
Travels,
The tides lowered
To reveal this
Wonderful place.
Cutting the ropes
Free, to sail
Another day
Because right now
I enjoy being ashore
The sun rises, the
Sun sets
All in opaque skys
The sun is meeting
Its last cloud,
And I'll be
Finally ashore
For its arrival.
The warm
Rays on this
Wet skin.
Basking in it,
Even before
It begins