FootprintA Poem by Alexi DiMaraBarefoot on the sand. He whose feet know not where to land Who walks and never touches ground Alone, barefoot, where wavelets pound. The indents left by his cautious stride Seem never to make a worthwhile mark And yet the silence leaves them occupied With nothingness in the dark Suddenly a silvery hand Shooting out from the breathless void Grips him softly, an ecstatic thrill A touch of pure cold in an endless chill A thirst is wildly awakened, An entire universe is shaken, And he stands there, gasping, in the hush Ardor rippling, a racing flush. He waits, lingering, savoring, dreaming Until ecstasy again engulfs his essence The rippling touch evoking the seeming Of embracing immortal radiance. He dare not move through the night Enduring endless moments of agony For the shocking impassioned touch of light His soul embraces in euphony And as the radiant sun begins to fly She rises up, clothed blue in sky Her hair tumbling about her in silver waves, Her emerald eyes the land-way paves. And he walks on, the endless shore, Covered in footprints he once wore, Every aspect of remoteness flees Before the power of the sea.
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