I see her sitting, staring…
becoming one with the rhythm
of the ebb and flow of the ocean.
Her heartbeat in tune with Mother Nature’s pulse,
pounding away at the core of existence.
Her breathing falls into cadence with the waves
as they turn and return.
Her subtle beauty adds much to the landscape
…hair swaying in the wind, like the seaside grasses…
…eyes shining in the now, like oceanic suns offering love…
…smile warming the air, like the southern breeze…
The ink from her soul spilling upon the sand
adding diverse colors to the beige-ness of her world.
The blandness of the beach; like a sponge,
absorbs the bleeding rainbow of her thoughts.
Flowers, shells, driftwood, and other once imaginined entities
become new realities.
A whole new world created.
Beauty upon beauty.
The world is a better and more exotic place with her in it…
© April 6, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic