Sunshine filtered through hazy morning fog,
leaving steaming tendrils rising through wet sand,
while crabs scurry for cover beneath seaweed,
and sand dollars glimmer like silver dimes

The incoming tide stretch like piano fingers,
tickling, licking and grasping my bare feet,
and bubbling foam float like swirl clouds,
overcasting my churning marine world below

This is my world, this salt laden ocean,
and I am in heaven, basking in aqua mist.
Eternity awaits me, for this is my destiny;
to LIVE and BE, to breathe my heaven



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03/31/2009