As far as the eye can see
It might have been perfectly white
A beach stretching, hugging the sea
Crystal clear and blue
Palm trees dot up and down along the way

Hot sun between the toes
Burns the memory in between
Here, everything is naked
There are no reasons for clothes
All desires, primal hence untold
Eat, run, *** and fun
Addiction, anxiety, and scary fears

Scoop the sand look at it close
Each grain a memory, stored
Histories unfold, sliding between fingers
As they fall, colors come out
Spreading across the sands

For a moment, you think
A tie-dyed wonderland
But the blues, like peacocks stand
Are pain, brilliantly trimmed in golds
Walled in blacks, more blues and grays
Reds are fears, soaking blood and reds
Dipping between colors, blending to blacks

Yellows, bright, happy thoughts
Always associated, keeping turquoise
Greens, silvers and peaches and oranges bold
It's an island's life, kept secluded to stay nice
Footprints here and there maybe chasing monster tracks
Sometimes to, sometimes back
Sometimes footprints go away

But the tie-dyed beauty of the landscape stays
In the dusk or morning's stay
Along the sands you can see
A brilliance catches the eye
Something different, something fine

That among the broken
Mountains and stones
That made this beach eons ago
Diamonds glitter,
Sparkling golds
And the silver lines
All that was broken, made you shine

In the distance, there is a cliff
I go there sometimes
To hang my toes off the edge
Maybe my legs; eat some lunch
Look out at everything

There's an old oak there
Half off the edge
It's roots are dug in pretty well
But that's only half
Others seem to keep growing
Seeking down, looking for soil
You can tell its alive

You can tell its strong
It seems to have this perspective
Probably from the view
But most of the cliff is gone
And it's still here

So I'll sit in its shade
Eat my lunch, take a nap
A gentle breeze tousles my hair
Like a lover's hand, finger's touch
But it's just a branch
The old oak's touch
Just the wind