Beach Bound

May 24, 1999

Cleanse your body and soul within her depths while you roll off her tongue and are lifted from your feet. A rising wave shall drift you away and fall where your spirit awaits. Walls of seaweed gain height from a storm barricading the shoreline complete. Vast possibilities border plush islands giving birth to fluorescent life. I traced verses in the sand that now stretch across the sky I am treading. It is here that seagulls flock to watch fish who leap and dolphins at play, but only the seagulls know when low tides flood and high tides stray.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist