Walking

Walking on the beach, sand between my toes,

Seashells well washed and gleaming in the sun,

Following the tiny footsteps of the seagulls,

To a world of dreams that with you begun.



Above me, the white clouds in the blue sky,

I see a little plane writing your name.

To the seagull I whisper and let it fly,

Holding the secret that keeps me sane.



To the water I went and let it wash my soul,

From questions that can never be asked.

Hope is a key that I securely hold,

That won’t let love out of my grasp.



And out of the water I came and felt

The soft breeze dancing on my skin,

Away taking the doubts once held,

Slowly awakening the fire within.