The Sea's Magic

If I could, I would live by
the sea and hope that I
could be as mysterious as
the creatures that inhabit it.
Only to imagine the feeling of
total weightlessness.
I would walk barefoot along
the seashore… sand squishing
between my toes.
I would close my eyes, the
sea's aroma taking over my
senses; consuming me.
White-caps angrily rolling in
only to remind me; the sea
is not always gentle.
I would watch as seagulls sit
atop driftwood; watching in
wait to take their part of
the sea.
At sunset the calmness of the
water would embrace me, as I
watch the sun take her place
gracefully beyond the sea
dispersing a warm amber glow;
completing serenity.


©Choctaw Heiress