Wearily I lay, eyes closed, arms behind my head
Clothed in gauze, the gentle stroke of a mild breeze
Dances across my body caressing my bronzed skin
Deeply I breathe, inhaling the salty air
As it enters my being seeking to cleans my soul
Behind me, the crackle of dried brush rustling in the wind
Before me, the thunderous roar of the sea crashing ashore
The wail above of seagulls seeking their feast
Below the sand cushions me, framing me as if protecting me
I am miles away from the walls of concrete towers
The blaring of horns and the fast-paced hustle and bustle
Far from the crowded streets where people push and shove
No longer am I pressured, stressed or overwhelmed
For now a blanket of peacefulness wraps me in her sanctity
The beauty of nature sings to me her comforting psalm
At this moment I can truly focus on what really matters
The life that I live, the love that I share, and the beauty
Of a moment that cannot be created by thoughts alone
Beautifully written.
Sandie May Angel
John
I literally sighed as the soft strokes of your masterful pen created a sensual experience. You transported me in a moment with your vivid descriptions. I live in a peaceful environment and while I sit here writing this review hear the sounds I have become so accustomed to, sounds that often disappear into the background. I listen now with a new ear.
Thank you
Chanti
Of a moment that cannot be created by thoughts alone" A beautiful ending to a very nice work! Enjoyed.