There is a point where it’s made
the peace of the world.
The point at which they meet.
The sea, the sand, the sun, and the wind.
The shore.
Maybe that’s why it’s said you stuck your head up ashore, sucker!
The sea comes and goes
Without really leaving;
The sand remains
Without really remaining;
The sun is burning
Without burning, just healing lost souls;
And the wind brings them back
Scattering them.
It’s perfect timing.
Time opens up
And you can see clearly in yourself.
The roar of the waves and the wind
Erases the noise from your head
And finally, you hear your whole heart.
She is beautiful.
