|Photo~ Tracey Grumbach|
To simply slip into the drink
gives time to pause and time to think
while waves caress your tired toes
the white caps cause worries to sink
To lose yourself in dusk's high tide
where dreams and hopes start to collide
with wishes and heart's true longing
It's where the truth of you resides
The sound of freedom in gulls lone cry
a silhouette against darkening sky
Where clouds tell stories and shadows dance
to melodies that make you sigh.
It's sand now cooling with no sun
to bury the fears that make you run
where castles crumble at end of day
and whispers what you may have become
Truth on the wind upon the shore
this blanket of sand, a goddess floor
Where all you are can finally soar
washed in the tide, returning pure.
Master Word Weaver Brian Miller is bringing the wonderful photography of Tracey Grumbach to the pub today. I dare say, her work might just tickle your muse! Join us at dVersePoets Pub for a long weekend afternoon of Poetry! Also fulfilling my NaPoWriMo obligations with this pen. A poem a day for 30 days in celebration of National Poetry Month.