A whisper of a voice in the waves
crashing into shore over and over
Sky blue so sharp it clears your senses
focuses your empty mind.
Who drew this sky , these clouds,
in colours from my soul,
Yellow gold sand crunches under my feet,
seeps between my toes,
glistens like crystals, the glass it aspires to be,
who are we? i muse,
so small in this world of wonderment,
awhile the voices crash into shore over and again,
and blue sky aches my eyes,
breaks apart my yearning soul....