Friday, April 17, 2009

Strolling the Beach

By Peter Bouret

Sun Rays reflect off the ocean surface,
Encasing you in a white room of blindness.
Engulfed in a room of whiteness you stumble around looking for an exit.
A coconut aroma dances around your nose.
Sand suffocates your body,
Drifting awkwardly down the beach as sand shuffles around your bathing suit.
The breeze whispers in you ear,
As the trees dance to its song.
The water steals your tracks that you left behind.
Slowly the sea lures you in.
Blue on the surface,
Yet once you submerge,
You experience a vibrant world of color and life.
You embrace its beauty,
You embrace its smell,
Knowing that this memory is cemented in you.
Now this new world is yours.

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