Misty dreams,
dewy awakenings
to the inviting image of you,
Standing alone,
with the ocean voices there at your feet.
The waves....
in their eternal ebb and flow,
roll upon the cool sand.
A message written there
for the stars to read.
You turn to look
and seeing me near
reach out to grasp my hand.
We share the last of your words
as the sands dissolve into eternity.
Your poetry slowly swallowed
by the waters of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of all places that I love is the ocean. Glistening, cool shades of navy, and warm shades of turquoise delight the eyes. The smell of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other and I feel sand between my toes! . Beautiful piece, Tracey.