Footprints

(I know this isn’t written in a poetry format but I liked it and wanted to share)

From my perch atop the rocks, I can clearly see the spectacular change before me. The tide lazily strokes the warm sand at my feet, and the distant waves slowly cease their dancing. The water changes as it reflects the changing sky, a window into another, unknown world of clouds. Brilliant blue fades to a soft display of pastels, the white shine of the sun to a deep crimson shade. I watch the colors sink deeper and deeper below the horizon, falling slowly into the ocean. Somewhere far away, seagulls call to one another, “goodnight”, then fall silent as the evening breeze sings them to sleep. The clouds above seem to have faded with the sunset, replaced with jovial stars, which wink and chatter to each other in a strange, forgotten language. The pearlescent moon beckons to the wind, which immediately begins to quicken its pace, running its fingers through my hair. I stand, the sudden chill of the cold sand beneath my feet sending a shiver down my spine. I set off at a slow, leisurely pace down the beach, my footprints a temporary monument to my nighttime wanderings. The tide will come and carry them into the endless void of dark water in the morning, when the sun will return with its anthem of color and light, but for now they remain. They stay planted in the sand, waiting for the moon to fall.

-SilentSymphonies

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