Whisper of the Beach

The hushes of the waves, a surge of arctic blues;

white mists billow as the water washes down.

Blue as the glow of sapphire - royal and mystical;

the tender tresses of Amphitrite.

The water is laced with a salty taste;

moist to the touch; soft and soothing

like the stroke of a caring mother.

Away from the tides, the sand is warm;

hiding away pastel shells.

The rich yellow and beige grains

slipping through my fingers, away from my grasp;

sun-kissed, they glisten beneath the gentle sun.

The chirp of seagulls singing their songs;

careless cheers from the shore and beyond.

I can feel the water that tickles my feet;

I can taste the sand that flavours the waves -

as they crash overhead, I can see glorious blues;

I can feel the beige sand, a blanket of warmth.

A gift from above, the beach is my home;

this paradise that embraces and whispers me comfort.