Waves of the Ocean
A perfect Sunday afternoon just sitting in the sun
my feet resting in the sand of the beach.
Sitting on a beach chair watching as the lovebirds float in air
and the wind breezes past my face.
The waves of the water acting like a screenplay of my life.
My life, sometimes up and down, filled with mixed emotions
and sometimes as smooth as a boat in the open seas.
Then a gentle hand touches me.
A queen, a princess and an angel in her own right.
Although she may not say such things
I will speak the truth for her.
The wind brushes through her hair
moving past her eyes as if I was pulling the curtains closed.
She was my valentine, my queen, my princess and my angel.
But, most of all, she was the beach.
A vision I looked forward to confining in.
Whenever I had a problem, the beach was there
I could always venture and talk to… the beach.
Written By CURIOSITY
© 2009 By Charles Banks, Jr.
Excerpt from page 19 of
“The Flower That Wasn’t Meant to Blossom”
© 2009 Published By PUBLISHAMERICA, LLLP