The Beach

soothing, peace at the beach

The Beach

Soft whispers call me from sea-foam and sand

A cellular memory my soul understands.

Waves over stones with relentless demands,

Soothing my mind from its fright.

Lapping the shore tides sing lullabies.

Urging relief, I just close my eyes.

The sea sweeps away all the hardship and lies,

Drifting away in the night.

Salt heals the wounds, the scars and the scrapes,

Polishes smooth the skin on my face.

Washes me clean by divinity’s grace.

And the stars look down from the sky.