The Beach

I stand here with sand between my toes
The wind blows hard. The skin on the cheeks
of my face flap like little flags on a pole
The tides rush in ominously roaring all the way
toward me teasing me to jump in and play
A cacophony of loud splashing sounds against the rocks
standing left of me all stone faced. Stand like gentry there
for many years prior to any man before me stood here.
The roaring sound of waves and whirling of the ocean wind
recreating the beach head where I now stand incites a query,
’ when my spirit does leave this incarnate shell,
 will it ride the waves of yonder sea
ride onto this shore and tease another's soul
that long from now shall be standing where I stand here,
observe the horizon and the long kissings of the
azure sky with the sea’?

to quote P.B.Shelley:

"The fountains mingle with the rivers
the rivers with the oceans
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion
Nothing in this world is single
all things by a law divine
into one another's being mingle
why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
and the waves clasp one another
no sister flower would be forgiven
it it disdained it's brother.
And the sunlight grasps the earth
and the moon beams kiss the sea
what is all this kissings worth
if thou kiss not me?"