I was by the beach today.
with seven before six,
thinking we’d catch the sun, rising.
They were all lovers.
Most strangers there were too, I believe.
Tipping their toes at the waves end,
mysterious eyes overlooking the horizon,
hoping to catch sight of the first light.
I like tipping my toes too,
and perhaps even the sea loves me.
You see, I was wet from toe to toe while the lovers were left dry.
Maybe the sea was meant to be, all for me.
But then again, I don’t love the sea!
I stood well into the sea today,
I knelt down on the moving sand,
and let the waves crash into my chest,
smiling a little every time it did.
And when the sea took a step back,
the sight of a thousand shells greeted me.
The heart urged me to collect them,
little pieces of my precious treasure trove,
but even as a kid, I never had the heart to take them away!
You see, they belonged in the sea
and pirates die when on land for far too long.
They had just enough time to be looked at with yearning.
And then there was the wind,
someone had won a barter,
the salty breeze for a gusty breath of fresh air,
apparently I didn’t know the sea that well,
the pirate meant to be!
I loved every bit of it until I didn’t.
I looked up,
drawing my eyes in resonance with the retreating waves,
to a sight I hate,
“the vastness of the horizon”,
How dare it belittle me after making me a little weak in my knee!
a tale of treachery, at the sound of the waves crashing.