the beach.

horizon. softest of yellows, gentlest of reds
meets ocean. deepest of blues, coldest of whites

how often i return here
to gaze upon your loveliness
to wander within your endlessness
to bask inside your timelessness

how often i long for escape
the sweet release of oblivion
floating through the empty abyss

the cry of the gull
the roar of the sea
the whisper of the wind
i hear nothing but the sound deafens my ears

the tide washes wasteless against the shore
cold water laps my ankles yet the sand sinks deep
drawing me ever deeper into its hold

i can feel the pull of the tide
lulling me into the soft ephemeral
instead of stepping back

i move forward, shifting water with my fingers
sifting sand with my toes
to enter is my only escape