Wet sand creeps over my feet, accepting my soles with the same tranquility that it accepted the castles that I built, leading armies across well-traveled grains and watching the bubbles surf the tides in happy colonies of foam.
I am beloved of the sun that casts its color like a spell on the endless sea, swimming toward its final resting place on the other side of my world. I follow his light through the waves that sidle along the shore, chasing etched patterns and bubbling playmates, splashing into the laughing shallows that urge me to dance with them in patterns unseen.
Eager for the chance to be, I do my best, whirling and kicking salty tears into the glowing light and warmth of the eavening air as children do, confronted with summer heat and waterfalls of hope and ice cream, praying for a water pistol and getting a pool instead.
I am welcomed as eagerly, cleansed with joy and life as I hold to my heart the sweet exhaustion of this playful time, and wrapped in blankets of welcome love when I have not the strength to dancey any longer. I hold my eternity in moments, bidding that the sun fare well in lighting another's day, and regret that I must wait for the graying dawn. |
