I look over the immeasurable
expanse of the gulf,
beholding its grace,
never taking for granted
its magic and mysteries.
Wading into vast Waters of Time,
captivated by warm foam,
there is no time to fear undertows,
the illusive perils.
I loved these waters,
perhaps even before birth,
the phosphorescent waves
pinnacled with unblemished hope.
I frame this image, never to forget
its purity, beauty, and peace.
These waters are the response
to my every emotion,
the shores where love entered my life
and beaches where I found healing
when love was gone.
Kissing the graciousness of the shore,
touching its white pearls,
I know the magic will remain
until the end of time,
when the angels will whisper my name,
and I will make my final flight
from this star-gleamed shore.