The sea breeze on the skin of my face
Transports me to a different time and place
With dreams and possibilities that my arms open to embrace
With laughter and love that's never displaced
Contentment and peace, which history can never be traced
Head held to the sky, shoulders high, utterly divine grace!
Where is this place and who is this woman
No care in the world, no burden in her heart, no baggage dragging at her ankles
In her eyes I see a thousand stories
They've been heavy with tears, there's been hurt, there've been battles, they've been gory
But look further still and you can see great strength and even greater glory
They look on in awe yet they could never tell
that time and again life tried to knock her down, but she never fell
It seemed she carried with her some socerer's potent spell
Which she poured on a wand and turned to Heaven every little hell.
Her laugh rings loud and pure, clear as a bell and it's wakes me from my reverie
I see the people around look at me, brows raised questioningly
What do they want, why do they stare so unabashedly?
I wonder, and Aha, I see it, that woman with the laugh; loud and pure, that woman is me!
He came to pick me up for work early and suggested we make a stop at the beach, I obliged. It's been a while since I stood close to the water and felt the salty breeze on my face. It was a beautiful moment. Really makes one muse...
I really should have taken off my shoes, but my mind was already in work mode. LOL.
Good night guys. I should start heading home now, I thank God for a beautiful day. How did yours go?