On the beach of my life I
am young again, standing in the surf,
resisting the authority of waves
moving with the earth upon me.
I am golden without shine, standing under
tangerine skies, fearing nothing,
commanding the day from my shoreline
I am the history of myself. A legend to
no one. A crusader of the ocean.
I continue into night holding my position,
absorbing the aroma, feeling the salt on my skin,
listening to the waves in a kingdom
that forever remains constant.