The Voice Within

Another morning on the beach...

another rising sun to still my mind

As I walk barefoot in sand

where waves creep up to tickle my feet.

I brace myself against a wind,

kneading tense muscles and whipping long hair,

Carelessly about as I walk into the mist of spray

scattered high above me.

Beams of light pierce through waves

as they rise to break, solid

crystal-like in my memory

Pelicans line the water's edge

solemn...quiet...reflective,

beaks pointing to the wind as if

meditating upon the dawn.

Then a small voice echoes inside an empty mind...

"This is the only time there is:

Use it wisely..."

Juliet

Copyright 1996 Point of View, NZ