She walks along the shore
each soft footfall
leaving behind a sigh
in the sand.
She stands alone,
one figure poised in elegance
framed against the sunset
dark hair flowing
in the salty breeze.
She hears a voice,
whispering in the crest of each wave
in the sea-foam swirling
around her feet
in the last golden ray
of sunlight
cast across the troubled water--
Sing
it cries to her,
in melodies of untold beauty
Dance
it croons to her,
in soft, soothing rhythms
Let me be heard
it whispers.
She runs back along the shore,
a song rising within
the stars a crown upon her hair
wet slender feet leaving
breaths in the sand.
-Del