Grains of Sand
Warmth trickles over my body like tiny streams of water
Only I'm dry but for the occassional bead of perspiration
Or light humidity borne in the cool ocean breeze caressing
My thighs, my chest, in between the strands of my hair as they
Dance about around the perimeter of my hat.
Light glitters like Christmas on the afternoon waves
With the calmest of crashings lulling me slowly away from my seat
My feet in the sand to some new vantage from which I survey
The activity below me through clearer eyes
And a more peaceful heart.
Of all those beside me, I feel one closer that reaches out
Taking me softly inside it until I realize without moving at all
I've been transformed into a greater place
A place that lies within the center of every living being
Where we all meet as one.
You are there. I touch you.
And you are there. I touch you, too.
For miles it seems in this huge lobby we stand
Shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, feeling the heartbeats
As we adjust to its newness and slip into the comfort
Of this warmth, of this closeness
Of touching and feeling as this boundless lobby takes on
The character of a small side room
Perfectly private, secure, and complete at last,
While the soft whispers of forever feather us gently
Like the air under the wings of the gulls keeping watch
As they circle overhead
As we return to the beach.
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