Beachwalks & Sunsets

There is a flow

To walking along the beach

At sunset.

The way a smile 

Unfolds, like the sky turning cold alongside sand that’s

Golden brown.

The way that same

Sand sinks beneath (what should be)

Bare feet.

(Otherwise, you’re doing it wrong)

The way the wind

Tugs at threads of hair like clouds on a

Migrating breeze;

And, oh, how

The

Tide rolls.

The total randomness

Of what the sky may look like;

What shape the clouds will make,

And when is it they’ll break?

The way thoughts take form in music and laughter,

Only to have answers we may’ve sought after

Sinking in a noiseless noise

Of a widening sky and sea.

The total randomness

Of what the sky may look like

But the absolute certainty that it’ll be

Worth watching.

Will we talk about the universe, and cancers?

Maybe. If we dare to dive for answers, we could

Join the sea, and struggle in her

Stunted light and moving darkness,

Two tiny dancers lost in an Ocean

Only ever finding

Meaning in motion; finding only a fragmentary semblance of 

a notion

In the swaying

Of our minds and souls

To the hum of the tide that

Trills and rolls

Onto naked feet

That face one another; and tell truths and lies,

But meet

When the day temporarily dies,

And squeeze the sands till crystalized

Elucidation seeps…

An answer to 

The meaning of what Forever may keep

Confined to:

Beachwalks and Sunsets.