The clock drifts on
Their words melt together
Forgotten, unnessesary
I escape
To my place
By the mountains by the sea
The waves crash agaisnt my feet
Cooling away the burning sand
The colors of the sky
Like a living
Watercolor
Swirls and moves
I reach and touch
A small low cloud
I watch it ripple
Shrinking from my touch
I smile and follow
The tide
And let the waves
Take me in
I look down
The water never stings
My wide curious eyes
The rainbows of coral are smooth
To touch
The water shakes
And a ring pierces my ears
And then I come back
