One footprint into the wet sand,
A couple more.
I walk beside the shining waters,
A heaven on Earth, the shore!
Moist, salty wind,
Sea mollusks scattered all around,
Some alive, souls of the rest,
I feel free, no longer bound!
Glistening waves, ruffling, rippling.
Touch of the cold bubbles,
Froth floating on twisting curls,
I forget all wordly troubles.
A path sewn to the yellow moon,
Threads of reflection,
The golden ray till eternity,
Is this reality or deception?
Competing with the Sun,
The Orange-yellow sphere of cold fire,
The Moon, rising, shining.
Mind going into a spire!
I spread my arms,
Trying to fly,
Close my eyes,
Giving out a soft cry!
A new wind blows past my face,
One of happiness and hope,
A hand grips mine,
My despair flows down the slope!
A conforting touch,
A cozy hug,
A friendly warmth,
Snug!
Two footprints into the wet sand,
Then four ,
We walk beside the shining waters,
This is reality, I ask for no more!
