Poetry of Shell

Dancing with Dolphins

Squishy sand in between my toes.
I'm embedded in the sand.
Free of hate or debate.
Standing in another masterpiece.
His signature is in the beauty.
Some people make cookies with love.
God's love is echoed at us everyday
Through the pathways to our mailbox.
Or the sunset on the bay.
To bad we're too busy to notice.
We stomp and disregard it every day.
Unlike the animals who romp and play.
Here I sit in the sand.
Like a child in the sandbox. Spelling my name.
Waiting for the ocean to carry part of me away.
To where I have never stayed.
The wind entangled in my hair.
I feel pretty here.
I can hear a school of dolphins not too far away.
They're so angelic in there movements.
I lose myself.... again.
Time surfs the ocean tide abruptly and then i can see the moon playing hide and seek with me.
I decide to climb up on a rock.
Closer to the sky.
So I don't feel so alone.
Just on the ground.
Just I.
As I prompt myself on my side.
The stars promptly take a bow.
And sing a lullaby to me.
To you. To all below.
The dolphins dance in the afterglow.
Like when every show comes to an end and the curtain has to close.
Silently I fell to sleep
What happened to me after that I'm not sure what to say.
When I came to and I awoke on the beach, in the sand, was where I lay.
If I danced with the Dolphins I guess I'll never know.
The only thing I will remember is how their gentle eyes grasped my soul.