The Beach

I forgot how much I love the beach.

The grains of sand under my feet,

The whispering cold winds,

The smell of salt in the air,

The soothing sound of the waves,

That keeps coming back to me, crashing at my feet.

All of them, tell me their stories.

The sights they've seen,

The souls they've met,

Some lost, some torn, some determined to sail till the end.

The waves keep roaring about the moon,

How it pulls them towards it at nights,

Only to let go in the mornings.

I raise the conch shells to my ear,

I hear them mimic the sea,

I feel the yearning to go back to the sea bed,

To their rightful place, where they belong.

I feel the cold wind embrace me in its arms,

Hug me tight, pat my head.

I'm home.

I'm finally home.