Inside each drop of saltwater
There is a call of an endless sea
Inside each spiral of a shell
There is a whisper of a restless wave
Inside each grain of sand
There is a murmur of a wind-swept shore
Inside each fragment of a rock
There is a thunder of a mighty mountain
Let my toes teach the shore
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands
Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain
now blue sky understands
Sand is like an endless sea –
It makes waves and ripples in the breeze,
Stretches as far as the eye can see,
Until the tide rushes in and steals
The place it longs to be.
You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall,
you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore,
just be a little grain of sand and feel them all
You are the missing piece of me,
The piece I was always searching for –
In the mountains high and oceans deep
Until there was nowhere else to go.
And then, when lost by the raging sea
I found it, unexpectedly –
When the tide of your beating heart
Swept across the shores of mine.
Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand
Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
Take my hand
feel the sand
beneath your aimless feet
towards the sparkling waves
Fragments from the beach, little mementos that carry our memories of endless walks along the shore, soft touch of the fitful waves, and gentle kiss of the summer breeze.
I have written in the sand
For you to read between the lines
Words that only you can understand
In which my heart its secrets hides
Of a far-off place under the dreaming air
On the silent shores of a moonlit sea
And I hope you’ll come and find me there
In a far-off place where we’re meant to be
Five little seashells lying on the shore.
Swish went the waves. And then there were four.
Four little seashells, pretty as can be.
Swish went the waves. Then there were three.
Three little seashells, all pearly new.
Swish went the waves. Then there were two.
Two little seashells, lying in the sun.
Swish went the waves. Then there was one.
One little seashell, lying all alone.
I put it in my pocket and took it back home.
Like pebbles on a beach
Kicked around, displaced by feet
Like broken stones – all trying to get home.
Like a loser’s reach
Too slow and short to hit the peaks
So lost and alone – trying to get home.
As another piece shatters
Another little bit gets lost
And what else really matters – at such a cost?
“The secret to walking on water is knowing where the rocks are.”
“Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.”
“Today was about chasing sun-rays, beach waves, and sunsets. All things beautiful that give you peace are worth chasing. Everything else isn’t.”
April Mae Monterrosa
Meet me where the sky sinks into the deep blue sea,
I will wait for you to walk with me.
Meet me in between the sky and the timeless sea,
Together we’ll ride on clouds and sail upon the breeze.
Oblong stones sink
slow and sideways. Shaped
by the weight of waves,
dutifully vibrating nature’s
they wash ashore only for
closed palms to forsake them.
The cheerful will
cherish them, place them
on windowsills, or on graves.
When the blue hour comes for you
If there’s anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and I’ll be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes