Ocean breeze passes through my skin.
Cooling the fire the burns within.
When tempers flare, the waves collide.
Crashing the shore 'til passions subside.
As I walk along this sandy shore~
I do not long for you anymore.
The sun shines down its lighted heat~
and burns the grains beneath my feet.
Sea gulls rise up towards the sky~
and beat their wings near heaven's eye.
I've grown weary here on this beach.
And rest for me is far from reach.
I'd give anything to be like those birds~
my heart, my soul, my gift with words.
To soar above the rounded earth~
would be to me a joyous rebirth.
Copyright © 1986 Heather Bahnmaier. All rights reserved.