Beauty and the Beach

The beach shimmers beneath my feet and the glow creeps between my toes as the sand is lifted by the tide and climbs the fleshy canyon walls to the world above from the valley below. I stand and watch the Earth reshape itself every couple seconds, minute after minute, hour after hour, but it still continues to shine in radiant life with explosion after explosion of bright blue and green destruction. Every pull of the hungry tide takes what once was into the smooth and cool blue, from the textural, violent world, and into the calm and gentle, as all is started anew. All to the tune of a calm wave’s breath and the high pitched piercing hum of chaos and creation coming to terms with one another and itself. Her mind is made, and then it is made again. She is never content, she takes what was and then starts it all over again- Until she is done with creation and all that is left is destruction- Until the blues and greens of sandy brilliance and whatever life made this land its home is lost beneath tons of impatience. 

Fire

Blooming in the sky,
a flower of such magnitude-
flourishing and wilting, breathing,
as its seed rains down
and the fire consumes all
in awe of its beauty.

The petals fold out,
expanding the fire’s reach
as the clouds all gently burn.
The blue sky wrinkles
and turns a bright cinder’s yellow
then from red to black, it turns-
melting into night.

The Earth below glistens
in those final brilliant moments.
It blurs and the world is hidden
in a haze of color that coats the land.
And the wind
whistles through the trees
forced through by the tides that the blooming pushed in;
a sunset explosion.
A sunset explosion.
Then silence.

The world burns, the sky- in flames, then she finally wilts.
Petals fall into nothingness, the night- all is left in ash,
then we wait through the darkness
for the arrival
of the next day,
her sunrise revival.