i feel the sun.....it's warm on me.

i'm barefoot.
in the warm warm sand.
the wind is gentle......cooling the warmth just enough.

the sand is cool in my hands.
i scoop out a hole........pile it high.....
sculpting the sand as i go.

turning it into a beautiful castle.
parapets.
turrets.
walls,
tunnels
caves.
roads.....
a moat.

my toes dig into the warm sand on the top.......digging into the cool sand beneath.
the wind blows my hair........and my skin warms.
no one comes.
no one cares.
me.....and the sun.
in perfect oneness.

it caresses me the way no one has.
the wind touches me the way no one has.
perfect care.
perfect touch.

can any human interaction be so pure?
love me sun.
love me wind.
love me sand.
for i fear you will be the only ones who learn how to truly touch me so that i do not fear rejection and ridicule.

there is no bleak blackness in me when i'm alone with you only.
my sun, my wind, my sand
my crashing waves that come and come and come.

the wettest sand that hugs my feet........the surf that washes my toes.
my sand, my sun, my wind, my surf.

the pebbles,
the driftwood.

it is mine.....the calm peace.......but so powerful.
this is who i want to be.
the sun, the sand, the wind, the surf.

my world....stretching.....stretching off into the eternity of the horizon.

oh for the warmth and the wind.
the smell of the surf crashing in.
silver light glinting off crashing waves.
that roll and roll and roll on forever.
the sand through my fingers.
the calm
the peace.
serenity.

but alas.....sun wind surf and sand......
they are something to be shared,
and so i enjoy them...... incomplete.