I see you standing there
Silent in the fury of foaming waters
Gazing out at the hues of pink
Melting into a ribbon of blue.
Not many come this way
As you do;
Stepping lightly onto grains of history
Submerged in the rushing tides.
Seasons don’t seem to hinder
Your barefoot negligence
But life birthed among the sands
Halts even your elfin tread.
I watch as you find your perch
On my first cousin,
Grey and cold; so unlike
Your rose-blushed youth.
Your gaze, verdant as the seas
In the shallows; widens
As you stand under the open heavens
Laden with clouds and stars alike.
I wish I was more weathered
Or less; So undiscriminating gravity
Could pull me ahead and on
To join you in your serious play.
Instead, here I remain
Observant as the ages
While you bathe the sea-kissed shifting sands
In the blessing of your sparkling laughter.
© Ruth P. – 2016
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