Tranquility

My toes tickle the water

It stirs. It is aroused.

And then ripples with laughter.

It embraces my feet

In a cold but gentle manner

To wipe away the accumulated filth of the world.

My hands clutch sand

Grains panic. They scamper.

Escaping hurriedly to their comforting heap

Leaving but a wonderful smell

Of beach. Of spray. And;

Of bygone whispers and encounters .

My eyes gaze at the stars

Old ones twinkle. New ones glow.

All reassuring me of the peace above

Ephemeral comfort

That soothes my mind

But fails to spread to the world below.

My senses capture magic

Of stillness. Of motion.

Of ceaseless and yet altering forces

They percolate my thoughts

Seep into my broken dreams

And yet fail to heal my tired soul.