With every attempt to meet the girl Sitting on the shoreline just out of reach, The waves swallow mouthfuls of sand – Choking and sputtering in frustration.
Charging, lunging, struggling Bodies of wind, water and salt Smell the city on her skin And see the light bounce off her hair.
She is different, not from around here. Fascinated, they wish to touch her And cleanse her of any pain With their cooling remedies.
The gleam in her eyes is brighter than The sun’s glare over the ocean, her smile Is more lustrous than any oyster’s pearl.
They try to call out to her, but she can Hear nothing but whispers and burbles. She does not speak their language.
Though she is foreign to the sea, shore, And sand, she seems to understand.
She rises to her feet and walks close Enough to let the water kiss her. The waves Want to swallow her up – make her a part of them, But she is not theirs to have.
As she turns to leave, she sings; A sound sweeter than any siren’s song The waves crash and dance in time To the melody.
Once more they run up to the beach. Missing their mark, they make a silent retreat. The waves watch her go; she leaves her footprints Behind so that they may never forget
The encounter.
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Angela Dykhuis
Hello, I'm Angie. I am a soul not of this world reincarnated many times. In this lifetime, my brain is a mess; however, I see beauty in all things. I use what I see to paint pictures with words. They are the fragments of a broken mind.
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By Angela Dykhuis 4 years ago in Poets
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