The Beach

                   The Beach

Ten Thousand Orchestras in the Wind
  Our Candle Dances to the Violin—
The Moon is Smiling as She Listens
  To the Organs Rocking the Stars to Sleep.

A Timeless Movement, subtle, and delicate—
  Willingly Lost, in our Upward Gaze—
Forever Searching, and full of Hope
  For Boundaries Broken, and Inner Peace.

And Here is the closest, we'll ever get:
  A Symphony Driven, by the Heart of All,
A Feeling that assures us, All is Kind,
  And Dreams that start to slowly make Sense.

That Northern Star is what we Know,
  And Fragile Hearts full of Life and Love—
Distance became a Comfortable Mystery
  As the Shadows Dance to an Imagined Beat.

Our Song Begins with the Anxious Wind
  As it Strikes some Chords that Resonate well,
And we quietly hum Notes,

                              of  Profound, Significance—
And the Waves, Splash, in Applause—


                          J.L.Boisclair
                        December, 2018
                       St. Augustine, FL