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