Short Photo Story of a Day at the Beach

(Short Photo Story)

Sand changing shape under
Feet moving uncertain on the stones
Made unstable by the playful waves
On the sounding shore

The sun's gentle morning rays on
Skin caressed by
Cold water where diving in
With confidence

The sound of the water moved by
My body swimming vigorously
In a cold blue mass
Floating yellow

My body emerging from
Shallow water breathing against
The beach where I sit staring
A sapphirine being

My wet hair drips
Water runs down my
Back warmed by
The sun rays

My soul is content, replenished by
The sight of this colour changing
Surface where my world seems
Begin and end

The sight loses itself to
The horizon door to other
Seas touching other worlds
Away from here

I heard your call and came to you
Shortening the distance
Between what I imagine and what I touch
Knowing that I can always find myself here

Feet in the sand hair wet eyes lost in the horizon

Note
Edited kindly by a talented creative, favourite human and coolest husband. Thank you David.