The Beach

This is a bit of a meditative poem, I guess.

The Beach

 

The night breeze weaves through the trees.

You sit, patiently,

Listening to the sound of the tides

Lapping the shore.

Looking to your left, then to your right,

You see no one.

 

It is desolate.

 

You rise to you feet with a slight

Shuffle of sand, rings emanating from

The epicenters of the four collisions

Made by a random white stone

Found on the ground.

 

The moon on the water

Vibrates like a great, white gong.

 

The stars in the water

Surf on waves of the firmament.

 

You laugh, smile and shrug

Your shoulders, a little enlightened,

And dusting a million grains of sand from

Your pantlegs, you walk to that

One shrouded beachhouse where

One light now shines

 

And beckons.

 

Author's Note

I think I posted this before, but if you haven't read it, I guess it's new to you.

Reviews

[shandi]

Felt like i was right beside you.....=]

[E. M. Murren]

Well it is new to me. I really like this. You are right. It reads like a meditation. It is lovely. Reads like waves. Really nice.