Arkansas Writer: Beaches

Monday, June 27, 2011

I look out over the ocean as I stand here on this shore

and dream of the beaches I long to see once more.

Beaches. Beautiful beaches.

You were there calling me to your shore.

I was a shipman tossed about

on the wild ocean of life.

Then I found beaches

where I longed to stay,

more than just a day,

with beaches.

Beautiful beaches.

I may never see you again
nor hear your speech in flight,

but I’ll remember you
while in the pale moon's light.

I will long for your sweet fragrance
as I walk and set alone,

where we once walked and set,
then I’ll wonder where you’ve gone.

I’d like to thank you for the inspiration.

Thank you for the song you put in my heart.

Thank you for life when I thought I was dead.

Thank you for the fire that's still warms my soul.

Thank you for the treasures that keep me from the cold.