Walking, the soft damp sand slips
between our toes as we approach
her beauty. The pilings stretching
between our toes as we approach
her beauty. The pilings stretching
to touch the blue skies, billowy
clouds lying there like satin pillows.
Further we stroll along the shore,
arriving... the sun drenched warmth
firm... yet roughened by the misty
breezes. She is splintered almost,
beneath our steps, ever enticing.
The length of her lines narrowing
as she reaches forth to meet the
icy white waves in the distance,
longing for us to tread there, just
at the horizon's razor sharp edge.
Come, walk with me, feel the misty
breeze brush against your paled skin,
gently embracing your soul. And in
this place feel her engulf with the
softest silk cloth, burning now...
The sunlight scorching the damp
wooden path, grooved by days
gone by. The air ever so thick,
showering the suns warmth as
the sea completes her stretch.
Yet in this ever moving world,
stillness overtakes the essence
of this place. A comforting
serenity fills the dimming skies,
lit on fire like a burning log.
Petrina Lesko
August 2011
submitted to Poetics - Texture over at dVerse Poets Pub while enjoying a great cup of Jo at Latte 101.
