All along at the shoreline I found my niche
Fragments of memories come drifting away,
As cold water splashes before my sober eyes
Have I tried to hold back from the mighty current
Or just let it wash me away to a dreamy land,
Did I make myself get to oblivion
Pondering also have I carried on my sacred mission?
The ocean’s strong stream is leading me to another direction
As the warm blowing wind creates this drifting sand before me,
Gigantic waves can’t readily turn me over from my pedestal
For I am toughened by dragging to the flames like a diamond.
I’ll keep focusing on what lies before my horizon
As I slowly see seagulls maneuvering over the ocean,
Will be chasing these dreams ’til they are within my reach
My footprints etched on the sand will remind them I was here!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012