Sitting on the edge of consciousness,
the dream floats just beyond reach
as water moves recklessly closer
we remain on the banks just watching,
gazing at the brightest blue skies
we see movement of the mirage below.
Bits of colors skittering back and forth
and water tarnished by disease
we fear the scene
and long to remain tightly nestled,
wrapped in our cocoonm
rising above we float
adrift on the hopes
of a better day.
So much time has passed
since our feet touched this sacred sand
and light breezes will move us
forward on treasure hunts
as we sink in the depths
we reach for the pretty bits
and the watchers sit wary
in their watery chamber
buying time they too search
for a respite from the death
that knocks on the door,
helpless we drift away
and return to the safety
of solid land
waiting for the day
blue green seas renew and become
their glistening selves once more.
There are no answers
and the dream slips through our fingers
into the desperate depths
we wake to sleep
to create once more
a new vision
and a dream set free to fly on.
Hubby and I went to our beach yesterday for the first time in a very long time. The air quality was good but the water was brown tinted instead of its glorious blue green carribean quality. Dead crabs and some live ones lingered within a foot or so of shore, the live ones watching us and moving back and forth….it was sad to see and I keep saying prayers that this red tide will break up and return our beautiful water and inhabitants to its former self. Back to work today and waiting for cooler temps….the nineties have lingered long enough too😊🌴☀️🐟🐠💦 peace and blessings, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 