Crisp air cuts through my skin, like paper to skin

the warmth of the sun

heats the metal of the railing below my hand,

holding steady to the rough current below.

 

Ropes of green curl below the surface,

peeking through the waves,

currents whip past the haul,

my soul opens to the depths as I look out.

 

Past the cobbled staircase surrounding the light house,

and drifting across the horizon as a warmth of,

crimson and apricot, lights up the sky,

just moments before a cool breeze suffocates it.

 

Lights begin to ring out along the shore,

dancing along the waves,

sounds of laughter ricochet off the whitecaps,

depths of the unknown rests below the fiberglass.

 

Haunting the dreams of some but calms my racing mind,

miles and miles of rocky sand covers the horizon,

sweeping motions create new pebbles and sea glass,

of cerulean blue and lime green washing up on the shore.

 

From my perch at the bow I see this,

I feel the breeze against my cheek,

the cold sweeping the tears away,

ones that a brought about by the chilling air.

 

Atop the waves I sit, perched on my family’s boat,

looking out to the lighthouse just above the surface,

I live for the sea and its comfort,

and I do not ever wish to leave.

 

It is here that salt fills my nose and smothers the city stench I run from,

along the shore I feel safe,

I can breathe and see what I am meant to see,

as God has wished me too.