Leaving Behind Footsteps

Foot-marks deep;

Embedded in the golden sands while the foaming waves leap;

Unable to be erased;

For they are much too profound to be defaced.

Little steps following;

Sometimes swept away, sometimes intact, remaining;

Brine waters of obstacles curling around lower limbs;

Swiftly swerve off the sea's volatile whims.

Should you stumble forth, lurch;

He shan't carry you, but encourage at the shore's verge;

An expression tender;

Striking disposition of earnest splendor.

Two shadows at late dusk;

Against the coastline, silhouettes are stark and brusque;

One tiny, one tall;

The crimson sun behind them, precepts enthrall.

Will your small prints fit?

Or are your forerunner's traces too large? But do not quit;

Thrive amidst the combination of letters;

Shrug off the discourteous fetters.