As I Sat In The Sands Poem by Mangesh Sonawane

I sat in the sand the other day
Watching the masses flock around
Rush to the surf, and bathe in the brine
As the wind blew all around me.

With the warm afternoon sun on my face
I felt at peace with myself, as the sand ran
Across and over my fingertips, caressing,
Both soft, yet rough, as the winds of time.

And I couldn't help but think of her
The pure beauty around me directing
My hopelessly lost thoughts in her direction
As the winds do to the hapless sands.

The white surf to her flawless smile
At the time she grinned over a silly joke.
The restless sands to her ebony hair
Are but strings to the violin of my heart.

The sea shells to her beautiful face
With the pearls beneath her eyelids,
The salty waters to her precious tears
Forever eroding at my rocky core.

Yet like the sand that sat in my hand
But flowed out of my clenched grasp,
So too was she gone before I could
Look back at her a second time.

A free bird would be a free bird,
No cage of gold would suffice.
Yet what was left behind, shattered,
Was no more or less than my fragile heart.

But I could learn to live with that,
Like the rolling, shifting oceans,
And make constant a gradual change
That would turn the tides around.

As I sat in the sand the other day,
Marveling at beauty, both nature's and hers,
Watching the sand blow from between my fingers...
I wondered if she ever would be mine...