I wear the gold of the beauty-brushed coast
as dawn coats us both with the light of hope;
I feel it bleeding into my soul.
A new day is birthed into the waves,
a new year on a calendar man-made;
timelessness prevails in the ocean’s refrain.
The gold is neither molten nor cold;
it warms to life the dreams put on hold,
and for anointment, I offer the ones held close.
Seashells keeping infinite secrets
glisten silently still yet reaching;
maybe there is a message meant for me…
The gold scatters away as the day awakes,
but I still glow from being soaked in those celestial rays;
it resides inside of me, an inextinguishable flame.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise