Ubiquitous Savior

October 29, 2014

As I sink into the sandy shores,

I feel the turbulent ocean pull me in,

Retracting and extending her bountiful body,

I sit in the serenity of whimsical winds,

white as a ghost, the foam oozes between toes

and silhouettes my body as I wish for something more,

And then I realize that I have everything and more

I need nothing more, for

Her beauty seeps into my body,

Making us into one

She drags us both into her mysterious estuary

I wish to be nowhere else

I have everything I want and more

Her foreboding nature does not damn me

I have bestowed my trust in her,

Here I am assured,

Here I am beautiful, I am who I ought to be,

And with rest assured,

I sink into the sandy shores,

Shifting in and out of consciousness.

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