Water

I’m drawn to the water to the sounds and smell of the sea 
A search for the perfect place to watch the dawn spill 
Across the endless moving waves 
A rainbow of color that dances across the horizon and water 
Whitecaps crashing over rocks rhythmic, thunderous, pounding 
Water sprays a layer of salty mist into the air 
As daylight turns to dusk water and sky merge into one 
The sun slowly sinks with a final burst of color 
Filling both water and sky with a soft dusting of color 
Dusk moves into night as the water continues its movement of life 
And moonbeams shine its light across an ocean of timeless waves  


It was still dark as I climbed the mountain of rocks along the ocean. I saw there was a small natural cave that had been carved out over time. With coffee cup in hand I sat, waiting for the start of a new day. As the first light of the day started to show I could see, in the small hollows between the rocks just below my feet, tiny sea creatures. I watched them sway back and forth as each wave of water rose up the cliff. No one was on the small beach and I felt as if I were the only person in the world. An incredible sense of calm and peace settled deep inside my mind and spirit. I spent most of my day nestled inside my little cave. At times I would venture out to feel the spray of water wash over me. I would bend over and see shells that had been washed up, carried to the cliff by the waves. Each little space had it's own type of tiny water creatures, shells and rocks. When dusk began to fall I left my private space; I took a bit of time to collect some rocks that had been made smooth over hundreds of years of water washing over them and gathered a few shells that to me looked unique. To some it may seem as if I had wasted a day. To me, the water calmed my spirit and the sprays that fell on me cleansed the parts of me that were negative and kept hidden inside. Once again it was dark as I climbed down the cliff. That night I had a deep, dreamless, and peaceful sleep.