The Indian Ocean

 

It seemed like a huge variance between a pallid blue into a grand azure

with a lean slither of sunbaked saffron sand

shimmering and slicing its way along an indeterminable edge

Pristine beauty barely defiled by human interruption

the sun hovered aloft in an aura of majesty above its pleasure

The air was fresh and a balmy breeze caressed one's flesh

Did one need more than this?

Surely such a land and seascape

mingled in a blessed harmony could reconcile the soul

A new world salubrious and intoxicating, a foretaste

of a long forgotten homeland

I shall carry the memory of this scene

wherever I go until the day I die

I pray that it will endure as a

sacrament of creation

a supreme gift of inner

salvation.