sand beneath my feet

I saw the high tide gently rescind
Felt the sand melt beneath my feet
Listened to whispers of the wind
While birds sang with my heart’s beat

The swaying grand palm trees
I heard shake, coil and waver
Like the flutter of butterflies’ wings
Causing my very core to quiver

My shadow dissolved behind me
As I strolled with spring in my stride
I frolicked in the glistening sun
Devoid of boundaries to abide


Helena Malheur © 2005