Sunday, July 05, 2009

Magic at Kashid

The drops of water trickling down my hair,
The sky so dark, yet so clear,
I stand with my eyes closed, waiting for more,
the cold droplets wetting me on the shore.

Eyes to open, waiting to only see,
the wide-open arms of mother sea.
She was beckoning me into her lap,
with waves of thunder and soft clap.

The moment to cherish, the moment to live,
I breathed happiness like no one else could give,
It was the time if missed, never to be forgiven,
to see water unite from hell and heaven..

----- Gratitude to Kashid beach during Monsoon and very dear friends