The First of September

Layers of sand, coughed up by the sea
Are strewn along the footpaths
Gentle breezes against my face
The faint smell of summer
Hangs in the air

The choking sun parts the clouds
Gentle waves lap the seashore
Shirtless, they sit on their towels
Hoping in vain
To catch the last remnants of the summer
That was so fleeting

The ocean is endless
As endless as the sands
Endless possibilities
My mind finds space between the clouds
My soul lifts higher than the waves
I am free

The beach flows on
Wind rustles marram grass on the dunes
Dogs race across the sands
Lovers hide between curves

Silence echoes in my head
Overboard, my thoughts they go
Into the endless pool of possibilities
That is the ocean within

Elegant, they sit on the waters
Seagulls, the Ducks of the Ocean
Their sounds fill the sky
Their sounds fill my mind
Depeche Mode sings on
Silence consumes my inner core

The clouds are darkening now
The pace moves faster
The heavens break
Run, boy, run!
A clap of thunder in the distance
Rings through the corridors of my memory
The sand is wet
As damp as my hopes

September is truly here