I lay on the sandy beach,
Toes gliding over the sun kissed sand,
Like a lover’s cafune,
The aftermath of a crimson sunset,
Exuding warmth and hue.
My fingers brushed my wavy hair,
As two waves rose in the oblivion,
Leapt up forward,
Like estranged lovers,
After a bout of separation,
Elated, they hugged, they danced,
They rolled about, rising into crests,
Hands entwined, swirling about,
Like the wands of a wizard;
Hands of a director.
Symphony died down,
A fleeting moment of silence,
As I closed my eyes,
Only to be engulfed,
Into the blue.