The Sea And Me

Oh, to smell the ocean and to taste the salt on its gentle breeze.

To feel the warm sand as it dances in silence beneath my feet.

To walk beneath the velvet sky filled with untold points of light.

Is to walk in the joy, and the tender peace of what is the gift…life.

I smile to myself as I wait…its 5am, and there is not a soul around.

Yet, I relish the moment as the gentle waves usher in their soothing sound.

Soon, the night cries, and falls away giving its place to the soft pink of the sunrise.

I raise my hands, and I thank the Lord above, I think how good it is to be alive.

I finish my coffee as the sun burst like a giant red ball on the gentle sea.

I see a young couple holding hands with eyes cast in solemn gaze to the East.

They stand like unmoving silhouettes with hands clasp in the eternity of time.

I think, I breathe, I smell their love, and I think about the sea, and me.

I arise from my place in this moment in time and walk along the edge of the sea.

Time is short; soon I must return home; work tomorrow, but for a minute I’m free.

As I head back northwest, just a short, but sometime a seemingly long drive.

I think about the beauty of all that I have seen, I think…oh God; it is so good to be alive.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/9/2009****A New Day Productions