Inspired by Elena R. Jumenez

Pure sands beneath my feet,
tide’s taste at my bare toes;
on stretch of pristine beach,
I watch lone sunset’s lull;
here within my universe,
braced by quaff of sweet pernod;
I ponder deep the vision seen,
express of mind Rousseau.
 
Waves rhythm explicates my mind,
away from living’s pain;
breath clearing air placates,
a conscious beheading bane;
palms behind me shade thoughts,
pierced by life’s strain;
instill in hope for futures’,
mankind’s caustic will constain.
 
Orisont pleads to opening eyes,
cinematic sakes purview;
glyphs created by providence,
draw light in evening’s dew;
struck is tone at sunset rest,
night’s outset emerald hue;
on welkin’s flesh earth’s kin appear,
ideate truth’s blue.
 
Home, the seed of planted feet,
head high above night skys;
breathe sweetness, darkness slough,
turn to heart’s ally;
self’s bow helmed to vision’s quests,
no longer wake awry;
on peace in wave and sand,
life’s test does world rely.
 
Turn, with hand on key in lock,
open views to sun lit rooms;
never more hold fear to breast,
break the bonds of doom;
cradle close these times,
muster in mind then re-assume;
sole worth, possession of self,
one’s light again relume.
 
Michael Darrell Walker

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