Free to imagine, free to dream
When I feel empty, frozen in place and no words come to my pen, I hurry down to the beach and braking out of my barren mind I run, trying so hard the shore to reach, the edge of that ocean that calls to me. as it always has, with its calming hush, like a kindred soul... a lover's voice telling me to pour my sadness into his. I walk up and down that sparkling shore that the last sun rays dress with silver bits and the sultry smell of that mighty sea drenches my spirit and sets it free. Free to... Sign in to see full entry.