Monday, April 21, 2008


You lean on a rock not far from the shore,
you’re nineteen and blooming.

Wavy wet hair fall on your shoulders,
you’re skin is tanned and salt crystals glitter on it.

You sit still, saluting the sun setting down.
It’s summer, and you are free.

Caressed by the last sun beams,
you face the see, leaving humanity behind.