|Blogs > looking19632008 > frog rantings|
She sits on a sand dune, waiting for the glorious sun to rise. The wind blows softly through her golden hair, the pungent salt smell filling her senses. As she watches, the colors explode before her over the waves. She looks up for a moment to watch the graceful seagull catching the breeze, hearing its mournful cry. As she looks back over the water, colors of crimson & azure give way to gold, peach & purple as nature's fireworks explode in the sky. She sighs with contentment as her green eyes take in the beauty before her- her soul is at rest.
8/8/2006 9:49 pm
I love a soul at rest. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.|
8/9/2006 12:45 pm
Sometimes if the wind drops or changes direction at Newhaven I land my paraglider on the beach. It takes me forever to pack it away because of all the sensations you describe so well. |
8/12/2006 3:56 am
ROAM THE DREAM:|
“The boy raised the head,
against the wind.
Saw the ship of the brave.
He stood on the rock,
against the wind.”
In a shine of the sun
the world changes face...
“The warrior on his horse,
while his senses scan around.
As his horse walks under the sound of warrior's weapons,
as the animals small and hidden eat and watch.
The man remembers the silence of battle.
Covered in pain,painted with blood.
Like the walls of the history.
The sound is great when is silent.”
So the sun shines...
“The boy runned back to the hill,
entered a cave and took his wooden armour.
The little warrior headed for the shore.
Welcomes the ship of the brave
and was blinded,
by a shinny ray of the sun,
by a gleam of a real armour.”
Through the reflections of his sword awakes the warrior
and look around tired.
Soft breezes smooth his pain,
images of peaceful life
and peculiar simple thoughts are making his eyes shine.