A beach is just a beach
for the memory of the beach is overflowing
with the vivid imagination of the wondrous creation
that calls us to sit with the company of its tranquility
for hours of our fast paced life crippled with no appreciation
for the voice of the rushing waters and foundation of sculptured rocks
A beach is just a beach
but when I got there it was a getaway
my soul could release the pressure and be thankful
my ears were deaf to the beating rush of the cars on the highway
and would love to interpret the winds and waves that reach the shore with purpose
I no longer feel like I am minutes away from home
but the escape of the thousands of miles has come to keep me company
and listen to what I have to say
the sight of it all is gorgeous
yet the feeling is beautiful
A beach is just a beach
for when I close my eyes I become
do you know the power and presensce
the truth and undying existence of the oceans
that allows us to tell our most intimate and depest of secrets
and will tell not a soul
do you talk to the oceans hurried and restless
even when the moon whispers
A beach is just a beach
and today I told the beach who I was
and why I came with appreciation