Dazzling freckles on my face,
Messy hair floating adrift,
The waves slowly roll me over,
Basking in shades of orange,
The hazy sky beams a smile,
Are you waving from up there?
|Siar Beach on a Hazy Noon|
Sea shells scrape my toes,
Buried in the crispy sand,
A fish or two wiggle past,
Crabs scamper out from holes,
Barnacles bid hello from under,
Are you whispering from beneath?
|Old uncle casts his fishing net into the cool waters|
An old uncle casts his net,
Little fishes run like mad,
Trapped in between strings,
I release and throw them back,
Freedom from men’s grasp,
Are your hands reaching me?
A wooden house graces the beach,
Rusty boat pushes into the waters,
Coconut trees sway left and right,
I draw on the sand with a stick,
A shape of love big and clear,
Is your love big and wide too?
Children giggling in wet suits,
Building sand balls and castles,
Running with no cares or tears,
I sit down and watch them,
Wishing life has no worries,
Are you even listening to me?
A wrinkled lady dives into the sea,
Cheers and glee spread all over,
Young like a deer she dances,
I wave and catch her lively glow,
Close my eyes and feel the breeze,
I think you have finally touch me