The Seashore

All I could see was the blue in the horizon.

It called my name through the breeze.

I could taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Its nostalgic saltiness brought me peace.

The sun stood above and kissed my shoulders red.

I knew I belonged between the waves.

I kept running though my feet sank in the sand,

Following seashells paving the way.

The second the water grazed my toes;

I knew I had found my place.

Yet I was still envying the boats,

For they could touch where the sky melted.

For just a moment I let go completely,

And let the current drag me in.