There’s sand between my toes-
The salt-bearing sea breeze dances through my hair-
This is my plot of land-
Among the ocean’s waters-
The moon hangs high-
Gently adorning the midnight blue-
Of the clear evening sky-
And the stars they gleam-
Reflecting off the calm waters-
Occupying low tide-
I’ll make my home here-
Among the native creatures-
Lurking in the darkness-
I’ll find more of my lost self-
As I enjoy the serene calmness-
Of this blissful solitude-
This is my island-
And she speaks in haunting echoes-
Telling me what I should have known-
Without being told-
Showing me what I left behind-
All those years ago-
All of those pieces-
That I can never reclaim-
Lost to the turmoil-
Of a churning relentless sea-
Raging on-
Somewhere, within me-
If only this struggle would give way-
To the calmness of this shore-
Then I might finally see-
All of these missing pieces-
Finally swim free-
I like the imagery in this. I can see the ocean, feel the sand and understand why you claim that plot of land. Very well written. We should all strive to be free in spirit and mind.
Like me, you write your stuff pretty quick. I really loved this piece of writing. The idea of wanting to be free, owning your space is universally present in everyone. The imagery really delivers and your chooice of words is perfect. Will continue to read your stuff.
Just a few facts about me:
I grew up just outside of Boston, I absolutely adore it, even now.
I'm a huge fan of the arts in general.
Many of my pieces were written in 24 hours diners over cu.. more..