the soft sands
the soft sands
by tanner brockwell
the soft sands
dry underfoot
and the dune has staked
this piece of earth
water and sky
the following sigh
for a stroll
even now go
so moving so
the dunes are there
receding from the beach
the air salt spray
morning slips into the day
fresh and light
with a dancing star
the nights long dance from afar
and moving moving in an even pace
there is no hurry there is no race
but the undulations of a winding way
to the dunes and shore and even more
where will this go
but a venture a sight
a memory made
into the crisp dawn
the welcome said
the grasp of comfort
the tight closeness
and visions and ways
before the long afternoon
and the day
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Wow, this poem is not just a beautiful work of literature but it is a memory given to those who long to be beside the shore once more. For that I thank you. How grogeous a morn was this…to be in complete unity with nature. So the wonderous beauty and perfect design obliterates any other concern in one’s life. Again thank you for the visions.