I stood on the sand
Fine and soft beneath my feet
Fine and soft beneath my feet
Entranced with beauty
As she herself was entranced with the rolling waves
Each roll and swell matching her inhaling and exhaling.
She was caught in a dance with the sea
And I with her beauty
No feeling of romance associated with this enrapture
But rather the beauty of elegant innocence
The grace of peaceful joy
Something unweathered by time and scars
The indescribable love of a youthful heart
That when seen creates a desire to join in
But the dance so elusive one knows that he cannot join without an invitation.
And though she left, I could swear as I stood there; that she was there long after the sun fell to rest in the water.
