Like an epiphany,
The roar of the crashing surf
Fills the girl's conscious…
Washing over her senses.
Cool, rushing waters
Surge up the flat expanse of beach…
Sand shifts beneath her smooth, worn feet.
Long, dark hair
Swept and swirled by ocean breeze…
Tease her wind-burnished cheeks.
Eyes searching the far horizon,
It is here… on this barren shore…
Where two destinies converge…
And a new journey will begin.
© 2012 – Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw
