#4 Stream of Conciousness

#4 Stream of Conciousness

Dry hair. Humid air. Stillness canvases the night. Fan hums a serenade. Comforting, cooling, conquering the heat. Sleepy slumber, falling softly of to sleep. Dreams do come, this movie in the mind. Half asleep. Drifting softly. To yonder, I do wonder. Nightie night….

Beach formalities…..

Beach formalities…..

Each step I take-

Sand caresses my feet-

Imprinting Mother Earth ever so briefly-

Whilst the tide gallops in.

The ocean breeze.

Always felt-

But never seen-

Entwines secrets into my tousled hair.

Salt and sand tango upon my my lips-

A comforting kiss.

From Mother Nature-

It shall be.